"Well," said George, when they paused a moment as they stepped over a plank that crossed the boundary ditch of the wood: "don't you want to know what that dear old man has done for you?" Then he looked into her face very steadfastly. "But perhaps you know already," he added. He had come out determined not to quarrel with his sister. He had resolved, in that moment of thought which had been allowed to him, that his best hope for the present required that he should keep himself on good terms with her, at any rate till he had settled what line of conduct he would pursue. But he was, in truth, so sore with anger and disappointment,--he had become so nearly mad with that continued, unappeased wrath in which he now indulged against all the world, that he could not refrain himself from bitter words. He was as one driven by the Furies, and was no longer able to control them in their driving of him.
"I know nothing of it," said Kate. "Had I known I should have told you. Your question is unjust to me."

"Well," he said as they paused a moment at the boundary of the wood: "don't you want to know what that dear old man has done for you?" Then he looked into her face very steadfastly. "But perhaps you know already." He had come out determined not to quarrel with his sister. He had resolved that his best hope for the present was to keep on good terms with her, at any rate till he had decided what to do. But he was, in truth, so sore with anger and disappointment that he could not refrain himself from bitter words. He was as one driven by the Furies, and was no longer able to control them.
"I know nothing of it," said Kate. "If I had known I should have told you. Your question is unjust."
