"It's nothing. It's just me bemoaning our different faiths. Hers and ours, I mean. She would have been a good sister." She shrugged, "But it's frowned upon to mix faiths. And I don't think she was interested in any of the would be beaux she had trying to call at every hour allowed at the school." She paused and looked at him, "But I could see the pair of you being beautiful together had circumstances been different." And then she gave a shrug.

"I would never have pushed the match, and you know it, but I could still daydream about her being my sister, could I not?"