"Arthur might have said I was dead--he's capable of anything, you know." She spoke with an assumption of sisterly indifference that was absolutely striking.

I began to think she must be an actress of genius, she did it so well.

She _was_ the sister who had remained within the pale; I, the rapscallion of a brother whose vagaries were trying to his relations.
That was the note she struck, and she maintained it.

I didn't know what the deuce she was driving at, and I didn't care.

These scenes with a touch of madness appealed to me.