How could it be?
Lady Thesiger rose at last, declaring that she was ashamed at the length of her visit.

When they were gone I went back to Clare.

She looked up at me with a smile; there was a bright flush of animation on her face.
"How much I like them, Edgar! How kind Lady Thesiger is, and Agatha! Oh, brother, how I wish I had a sister like her!" I thought I would ask her to solve my doubt.
"Clare," I said, gravely, "I want you to explain something to me.

You, being a woman, can understand women.

Tell me how it is no one likes Coralie.