One evening when, at bedtime, his sisters and I stood round him, bidding him good night, he kissed each of them, as was his custom; and, as was equally his custom, he gave me his hand. Diana, who chanced to be in a frolicsome humour ( she was not painfully controlled by his will; for hers, in another way, was as strong), exclaimed⁠—

“ St. John! you used to call Jane your third sister, but you don’t treat her as such: you should kiss her too.”