He IS my brother." "Surely--and why not ?" Lady Wantridge stared.

"He's the image of you!" "Thank you!"-- and Mamie was stranger than ever.
"Oh he's good-looking.

He's handsome, my dear.

Oddly--but distinctly!" Her ladyship was for treating it much as a joke.
But Mamie, all sombre, would have none of this.

She boldly gave him up.
"I think he's awful." "He is indeed--delightfully.