"Shiela was only eighteen before; she's twenty now, and old enough to know whether she wants to marry a man like that or not." Hamil glanced around at her incredulously.

"Marry Malcourt ?" But Cecile went on headlong in the wake of her own ideas.
"He's a sort of a relative; we've always known him.

He and Gray used to go camping in Maine and he often spent months in our house.

But for two years now, he's been comparatively busy--he's Mr.Portlaw's manager, you know, and we've seen nothing of him--which was quite agreeable to me." Hamil rose, unquiet.

"I thought _you_ were rather impressed by Shiela," continued the girl.