"Did you ever know an absolutely honest business man?"
"Yes." Anne felt her face beginning to burn, and to escape the look creeping into her sister's eyes she rose quickly and began doing something unnecessary to the window curtain. She felt Belle's eyes between her shoulder blades and knew that even the back of her neck was flaming. At Belle's low chuckle she bit her lip, dragged about herself the fast vanishing wrap of impersonal interest, and turned to her sister with an assumption of surprise that Belle's look shattered in a moment.
"Come on, sisterkin, this is getting interesting. Who is he?"
"I wasn't thinking of any special individual. I—there must be——"
"Cut it out, Anne, anyhow with sister Belle. When a working girl keeps her faith in men for five years, there is always an individual."
"Shut up, Belle. I loathe that cheap talk."
"And I loathe dodging round and pretending. Who is this torch-bearer in the darkness of the legal world?"
"He isn't a torch-bearer, but he's honest. Roger Barton." It was the easiest way, because Belle would prod until she got it.
"That good-looking young blond? Well, how does he compromise with his honesty and John Lowell?"
"He doesn't. He quit, too."