She answered, "You see." She was smiling.

She had been so much in my thoughts that I was hardly surprised--the thing had even an air of pleasant inevitability about it.
"You must be a cousin of mine," I said, "the name--" "Oh, call it sister," she answered.
I was feeling inclined for farce, if blessed chance would throw it in my way.

You see, I was going to live at last, and life for me meant irresponsibility.
"Ah!" I said, ironically, "you are going to be a sister to me, as they say." She might have come the bogy over me last night in the moonlight, but now ...

There was a spice of danger about it, too, just a touch lurking somewhere.

Besides, she was good-looking and well set up, and I couldn't see what could touch me.