“I didn’t expect a visit from you, Charley,” said his sister. “I supposed that if you wanted to see me you would have sent to me, appointing me to come somewhere near the school, as I did last time. I saw my brother near the school, sir,” to Bradley Headstone, “because it’s easier for me to go there, than for him to come here. I work about midway between the two places.”

“You don’t see much of one another,” said Bradley, not improving in respect of ease.

“No.” With a rather sad shake of her head. “Charley always does well, Mr. Headstone?”

“He could not do better. I regard his course as quite plain before him.”