I was wrapped up in my own affairs.

I never suspected.

I never even _thought_ to suspect! I thought of course you knew.

It was just the music that brought us together, I supposed; and you were just like one of the family, anyway.

I always thought of you as Aunt Hannah's--" She stopped with a vivid blush.
"As Aunt Hannah's niece, Mary Jane, of course," supplied Arkwright, bitterly, turning back to his old position.