He--but, my dear, what's this?
Have you been crying ?" Anne, tall and slender, stood with her back to the window, her exquisite face in the shadows.

Even in the dim, colourless light of the waning day, she was lovely--lovely even with the wet cheeks and the drooped, whimpering lips.
"What did he say, mother ?" she asked, her voice hushed and broken.

"How did he look ?" Her head was bent and she looked at her mother from beneath pain-contracted brows.

"Was he angry?
Was he desperate?
Did--did he say that he--that he loved me ?" "He looked very well, he was angry, he was desperate and he said that he loved you," replied Mrs.Tresslyn, with the utmost composure.

"So dry your eyes.