Blanche bent forward, and whispered to him.
"This is a secret," she said.

"If that creature at the writing-table has ears for any thing but rowing and racing, he mustn't hear this! Anne may come to me privately to-day while you are all at luncheon.

If she doesn't come and if I don't hear from her, then the mystery of her silence must be cleared up; and You must do it!" "I!" "Don't make difficulties! If you can't find your way to Craig Fernie, I can help you.

As for Anne, you know what a charming person she is, and you know she will receive you perfectly, for my sake.

I must and will have some news of her.