Annabel clutched her sister's hands. The tears were streaming down her
face, her voice was thick with sobs.
"Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world," she cried.
"Oh, I can't thank you. You dear, dear girl. I--listen."
They heard a man's voice outside.
"Sir John!" Annabel gasped.
Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door.
"One moment, if you please!"
She stopped short and looked round. Sir John stood upon the threshold.