"It is hard for a woman like me to realise what it would be to have a brother--or a sister, or any one belonging to me.

I needed to think of the idea.

Do you know that I am quite alone in the world ?" The Wanderer had accepted her as he found her, strangely alone, indeed, and strangely independent of the world, a beautiful, singularly interesting woman, doing good, so far as he knew, in her own way, separated from ordinary existence by some unusual circumstances, and elevated above ordinary dangers by the strength and the pride of her own character.

And yet, indolent and indifferent as he had grown of late, he was conscious of a vague curiosity in regard to her story.

Keyork either really knew nothing, or pretended to know nothing of her origin.
"I see that you are alone," said the Wanderer.