"It isn"t wrong?" she said, brokenly, hoa.r.s.ely. "I don"t think it can be wrong?"
Then, "You will be good to my brother, to Darcy Faircloth, and let me see him quite, quite often!"
And lastly, her lips trembling:
"It is beautiful, more beautiful than I ever knew about, to have you for quite my own, Colonel Sahib."