Of course I remember Graydon's old kindness, and all that; and if he would treat me with frank and sensible friendliness, I should enjoy his society.

Why not ?" "I thought he regarded you as his sister." "Sister, indeed! I'm Henry's sister, not his.

I'm only an object of criticism, of perplexity, a sphinx, and all that kind of nonsense.

He was bent on seeing a 'little ghost,' as he used to call me.

I'm not a bit of a ghost, and have as much proud blood in my veins as he has." "Well, Madge, I'm glad you feel that you are Henry's sister.