"I would have hedged."
Mary Lee determined to press the question home this time. "But aren't you?" she asked.
"Has Cart been telling you anything?" queried Jack with a quick glance at the pile of letters on the table by her sister's side.
"I know what his feelings are without his telling me. Is there something to tell, then?" she asked diplomatically.
"Nothing for him to tell, nothing he has any right to. If he should tell, there would cease to be anything existing to tell."
"What a very mystical remark. Japan has laid its spell upon you. If there were anything he should not tell it oughtn't to exist, of course. I can make that much out."
"Oh, there is nothing so very dreadful about it, only——" Jack paused.
"About what, Jack? You might tell your own sister."
Jack shut her lips resolutely and shook her head.