Perhaps my aunt had even forced her to take the family name, to save appearances.

The old woman was capable of anything, even of providing an obscure nephew with a brilliant sister.
And I should not be thanked if I interfered.

This skeleton of swift reasoning passed between word and word ...

"You are no sister of mine!" I was continuing my sentence quite amiably.
Her face brightened to greet someone approaching behind me.
"Did you hear him ?" she said.

"_Did_ you hear him, Mr.Churchill.