And it was because she got the motives of the latter two confused that she was so often hurt and said sharp, bitter things that made her appear hard and heartless.
As a matter of fact, in approaching her in the belief that he was addressing an entirely different person, Sam had got nearer to the real Anita Flagg than had any other man.

And so--when on arriving at the office the next morning, which was a Friday, he received a telegram reading, "Arriving to-morrow nine-thirty from Greenwich; the day cannot begin too soon; don't forget you promised to meet me.

Anita Flagg "-- he was able to reply: "Extremely sorry; but promise made to a different person, who unfortunately has since died!"' When Anita Flagg read this telegram there leaped to her lovely eyes tears that sprang from self-pity and wounded feelings.

She turned miserably, appealingly to Helen Page.
"But why does he do it to me ?" Her tone was that of the bewildered child who has struck her head against the table, and from the naughty table, without cause or provocation, has received the devil of a bump.
Before Miss Page could venture upon an explanation, Anita Flagg had changed into a very angry young woman.
"And what's more," she announced, "he can't do it to me!" She sent her telegram back again as it was, word for word, but this time it was signed, "Sister Anne." In an hour the answer came: "Sister Anne is the person to whom I refer.
She is dead." Sam was not altogether at ease at the outcome of his adventure.

It was not in his nature to be rude--certainly not to a woman, especially not to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.