"Lieutenant O'Brien, of the rebel army. Shall I order this man to kick that door in? Answer quickly.""That's flattering to me. But I thought you liked the Countess."
ONE:"Well," he said, half to himself, "I wonder how we are to get over to the other bank.""Oh, you are. The things you say. The things you think! I never knew."
ONE:She had not been without certain expression of herself in more human terms. She had for years borne patiently with a querulous mother, but her patience and care for her had been the expression of decent and filial behaviour rather than of herself. When that task was over she had gone with comradeship to her brother, with whom she had a greater affinity of tastes. But now, as she walked westwards in the snap of wintry air and the joy of wintry sun, she realised how completely{194} sisterhood and the kinship of a bookish mind accounted for her devotion to him. They were the best of friends, they lived together in the most amicable equality, in a comfortable atmosphere of courtesy and affection. She gave and she took, they lived and worked together equally, and that sense of fairness, of reasonable contract between brother and sister was the root of their harmonious companionship.
