I had by now become so used to hearing her styled "your sister" that the epithet had the quality of a name.

She was "mademoiselle votre soeur," as she might have been Mlle.

Patience or Hope, without having anything of the named quality.

What she did at the entertainments, the charitable bazaars, the dismal dances, the impossibly bad concerts, I have no idea.

She must have had some purpose, for she did nothing without.