ways than one. I won't go into details." He decided that he simply could not
tell her bluntly that Harry had worked off stolen horses on him, and worse.

"Oh--you won't go into details!" Scorn filled eyes and voice. "Are they so
trivial, then? You tell me what you did for Harry--playing Good Samaritan.
Harry, let me tell you, has property of his own; I can't see why he should
ever be in need of charity. You're like all the rest; you hint things
against him--but I believe it's just jealousy. You can't come out honestly
and tell me a single instance where he has harmed you, or done anything
worse than other high-spirited young men."

"It wouldn't do any good to tell you," he retorted. "You think he's just
lacking wings to be an angel. I hope to God you'll always be able to think
so! I'm sure I don't want to jar your faith."

"I must say your actions don't bear out your words. You've just been trying
to turn me against him."

"I haven't. I've been trying to convince you that I want you, anyway, and
Harry needn't come between us."

"In other words, you're willing to overlook my being Harry's sister. I
appreciate your generosity, I'm sure." She did not look, however, as if she
meant that.

"I didn't mean that."

"Then you won't overlook it? How very unfortunate! Because I can't help the
relationship."