Altogether she was plain, but sensible-looking.

She was the half-sister of Afy Hallijohn.
"Shut the door, Joyce." Joyce did as she was bid, came forward, and stood by the table.
"Have you ever heard from your sister, Joyce ?" began Mr.Carlyle, somewhat abruptly.
"No, sir," was the reply; "I think it would be a wonder if I did hear." "Why so ?" "If she would go off after Richard Hare, who had sent her father into his grave, she would be more likely to hide herself and her doings than to proclaim them to me, sir." "Who was that other, that fine gentleman, who came after her ?" The color mantled in Joyce's cheeks, and she dropped her voice.
"Sir! Did you hear of him ?" "Not at that time.Since.He came from Swainson, did he not ?" "I believe so, sir.

Afy never would say much about him.

We did not agree upon the point.

I said a person of his rank would do her no good; and Afy flew out when I spoke against him." Mr.Carlyle caught her up.