"I knew Mr. Ennison better than I have ever told you," she said
slowly.
"Go on!"
"You know--in Paris they coupled my name with some one's--an
Englishman's. Nigel Ennison was he."
Anna stood up. Her cheeks were aflame. Her eyes were lit with
smouldering passion.
"Go on!" she commanded. "Let me know the truth."
Annabel looked down. It was hard to meet that gaze.
"Does he never speak to you of--of old times?" she faltered.
"Don't fence with me," Anna cried fiercely. "The truth!"
Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister's ear.