Anna was silent and looked straight in front of her.
"Come, Anna, you promised me, didn't you?"
Without looking at him she replied: "If you only had an idea how strange the whole thing seems to me to-day."
"Why strange?"
"Because the man you're trying to find out was quite an old man."
"Thirty-five," said George jestingly; "isn't that so?"
She shook her head seriously. "He was fifty-eight or sixty."
"And you?" asked George slowly.
"It is two years ago last summer. I was then twenty-one."
George suddenly stood still. "I know now, it was your singing-master. Wasn't it?"