But Eva remained at her sister's, and, though she had admirers in plenty, did not marry, and the dissension grew.
It was an odd thing that, however the sisters quarrelled, the minute Andrew tried to take sides with his wife and assail Eva in his turn, Fanny turned and defended her.

"I am not going to desert all the sister I have got in the world," she said.

"If you want me to leave, say so, and I will go, but I shall never turn Eva out of doors.

I would rather go with her and work in the shop." Then the next moment the wrangle would recommence, and the harsh trebles of wrath would swell high.

Andrew could not appreciate this savageness of race loyalty in the face of anger and dissension, and his brain reeled with the apparent inconsistency of the thing.
"Sometimes I think they are both crazy," he used to tell his mother, who sympathized with him after a covertly triumphant fashion.