"Who are you? Do you know Uncle Carey? Tell me—"
"Not now. Not here," he said hurriedly, glancing at the people coming and going on the street. "This afternoon. Will you come?"
"Yes."
"Tell no one. Promise."
"I promise."
He hurried away, and Anne stood quite still, with a strange, bewildering fear at her heart. Then she turned—picture postcards had lost all their charm—and went back to the hotel.
CHAPTER VII
That afternoon Pat went sight-seeing with a new-made friend, Darrell Connor, and his father. While Anne was hesitating to ask permission to go out, fearing to be refused or questioned, the matter was settled in the simplest possible way. Miss Drayton coaxed her sister to lie down on the couch in the pleasant sitting-room.
"I will draw the curtains," she said; "perhaps if it be dark and quiet, you will fall asleep. Anne, you may sit in your bedroom or take your doll for a walk."