I _do_ want Jean." "But, Pamela--I want Jean too." Lord Bidborough had risen, and now stood before the fire, his hands in his pockets, his head thrown back, his eyes no longer lazy and amused, but keen and alert.

This was the man who attempted impossible things--and did them.
It is never an easy moment for a sister when she realises that an adored brother no longer belongs to her.
Pamela, after one startled look at her brother, dropped her eyes and tried to go on with her embroidery, but her hand trembled, and she made stitches at random.
"Pam, dear, you don't mind?
You don't think it an unfriendly act?
You will always be Pam, my only sister; someone quite apart.

The new love won't lessen the old." "Ah, my dear"-- Pamela held out her hands to her brother--"you mustn't mind if just at first....

You see, it's a great while ago since the world began, and we've been wonderful friends all the time, haven't we, Biddy ?" They sat together silent for a minute, and then Pamela said, "And I'm actually crying, when the thing I most wanted has come to pass: what an idiot! Whenever I saw Jean I wanted her for you.

But I didn't try to work it at all.