Then she ascertained that the friend whom she had robbed of her laurels had obtained a newer and greener crown of them.

She went to the wedding and saw on a table, Annie's new book.

She glanced at it and she knew and she wondered if Von Rosen knew.

He did not.
Annie waited until after their return from their short wedding journey when they were settled in their home.

Then one evening, seated with her husband before the fire in the study, with the yellow cat in her lap, and the bull terrier on the rug, his white skin rosy in the firelight, she said: "Karl, I have something to tell you." Von Rosen looked lovingly at her.