He could not see her face.
"Then the Ch--Charity League is forgotten ?" she said.
"No," answered her husband quietly.

"It will not be forgotten until we have found out who sold us to the Government." Etta's lips moved in a singular way.

She drew them in and held them with her teeth.

For a moment her beautiful face wore a hunted expression of fear.
"What will you gain by that ?" she asked evenly.
"I?
Oh, nothing.

I do not care one way or the other.