One day a very gushing woman approached and effusively thanked me for everything I had done for her nephew. She told me his name and I was able to say truthfully that I had never met him. She told me his name and I was able to say truthfully that I had never met him. Oh, I must be wrong, she continued, she had heard all about my kindness and that of my husband. The light dawnd and – “I expect you think I am my sister, Daphne Browning. I am Angela du Maurier.”With the eyes and voice of a Medea she turned to her husband, who was standing in the offing ready to be introduced and cried “IT’s ONLY THE SISTER!” and with that she left me.
From It’s Only The Sister by Angela Du Maurier
Can you believe it?!
Fortunately Angela took it well and, although she envied her sister’s greater success, she and Daphne always remained close.
This volume of autobiography and two of Angela’s novels are still in print courtesy of Cornish publisher Truran. I have yet to read them, but they look wonderful.