"It is a picture of my eldest sister, or rather my step-sister." The change in her manner was so apparent that, under ordinary circumstances, Wrayson would not have dreamed of pursuing the subject.
But the conventions of life seemed to him small things just then.
"Your step-sister!" he exclaimed.

"I had no idea--shall I meet her this afternoon ?" "No!" she answered, gravely.

"What do you say--shall we go out now ?" She took up her racket, but he lingered.
"Please don't think me hopelessly inquisitive, Miss Fitzmaurice," he said, "but I have really a reason for being very interested in the original of that picture.

I should like to meet your step-sister." "You will never do so here, I am afraid," she answered.

"My father and she disagreed years ago.