She seemed to wish to indicate that I counted for not very much in the scheme of things as she saw it.
"I should like to make your better acquaintance," she said, with her head still averted, "there are reasons...." It came suddenly into my head that she had an idea of testamentary dispositions, that she felt she was breaking up, that I had my rights.

I didn't much care for the thing, but the idea of being the heir of Etchingham was--well, was an idea.

It would make me more possible to my pseudo-sister.

It would be, as it were, a starting-point, would make me potentially a somebody of her sort of ideal.

Moreover, I should be under the same roof, near her, with her sometimes.