"And you," I interrupted, "cannot at all imagine the craving I have for fraternal and sisterly love. I never had a home, I never had brothers or sisters; I must and will have them now: you are not reluctant to admit me and own me, are you?"

     "Jane, I will be your brother--my sisters will be your sisters--without stipulating for this sacrifice of your just rights."

     "Brother? Yes; at the distance of a thousand leagues! Sisters? Yes; slaving amongst strangers! I, wealthy--gorged with gold I never earned and do not merit! You, penniless! Famous equality and fraternisation! Close union! Intimate attachment!"

     "But, Jane, your aspirations after family ties and domestic happiness may be realised otherwise than by the means you contemplate: you may marry."

     "Nonsense, again! Marry! I don't want to marry, and never shall marry."

     "That is saying too much: such hazardous affirmations are a proof of the excitement under which you labour."