He owed a duty to his sister which was paramount to all others; but then he owed a duty also to the friend who had been so kind to him.

He did not know how to turn round upon him and tell him that he was not fit to marry his sister.
"And what do you say to it, Desmond ?" "I hardly know what to say.

It would be a very bad match for her.
You, you know, are a capital fellow; the best fellow going.

There is nobody about anywhere that I like so much." "In thinking of your sister, you should put that out of the question." "Yes; that's just it.

I like you for a friend better than any one else.