Elenore

Miss Elenore was fondest of animals, though, she murmured, absently.

Whatever Elenore wished, I should have wished, the lad said, calmly.

I want to talk with you about Elenore, Hastings went on, quietly.

And Elenore, with a look at her brother, knew that the moment had come.

But Elenore turned with her hand on his shoulder and faced them buoyantly.