told his sister that he should go forth early on the morrow to look up
their cousins.

"You are very impatient," said Eugenia.

"What can be more natural," he asked, "after seeing all those pretty
girls to-day? If one's cousins are of that pattern, the sooner one knows
them the better."

"Perhaps they are not," said Eugenia. "We ought to have brought some
letters--to some other people."

"The other people would not be our kinsfolk."

"Possibly they would be none the worse for that," the Baroness replied.

Her brother looked at her with his eyebrows lifted. "That was not what
you said when you first proposed to me that we should come out here and
fraternize with our relatives. You said that it was the prompting of
natural affection; and when I suggested some reasons against it you
declared that the voix du sang should go before everything."

"You remember all that?" asked the Baroness.

"Vividly! I was greatly moved by it."

She was walking up and down the room, as she had done in the morning;
she stopped in her walk and looked at her brother. She apparently was
going to say something, but she checked herself and resumed her walk.
Then, in a few moments, she said something different, which had the