"It does not make any difference," thought Anne, drearily; "I shall tell her at eleven."
Then, nerving herself for another kind of ordeal, she went slowly toward Helen's apartments.
But conventionality is a strong power: she passed the first fifteen minutes of conversation without faltering.
Then Helen said: "You look pale, Crystal. What is the matter?"
"I did not sleep well."
"And there is some trouble besides! I see by the note-book that you have been with the Bishop almost constantly; confess that you like him!"
"Yes, I like him."
"Very much?"
"Yes."
"Very much?"