If I take a third, would you care to call yourself what I called you to the charwoman last night--my sister?
I should expect you to look after the meals and my clothes, and help me in certain other ways.

I cannot give you much of a salary," he continued, "but you would have an opportunity during the daytime of looking out for some work, if that is what you want, and you would at least have a roof and plenty to eat and drink." She looked at him in blank amazement.

It was obvious that his proposition was entirely honest.
"But, Mr.Tavernake," she protested, "you forget that I am not really your sister." "Does that matter ?" he asked, without flinching.

"I think you understand the sort of person I am.

You would have nothing to fear from any admiration on my part--or anything of that sort," he added, with some show of clumsiness.