“Well, what? What is the matter, Annie? What did you think I received?”
“You never had—money or—jewelry?”
“From you, Annie? No, certainly not!”
She sunk at his feet and put her head on his knees in a passion of tears.
“Thank Heaven! Oh, Harry, I am so happy! And yet something frightens me,” she sobbed; while he looked down at her, utterly puzzled and astonished.
“What do you mean, Annie? What money—what jewelry?”
“Nothing—nothing! I—I don’t know what I am talking about.”
“But I must know. Now, darling, tell me.”
“Will you listen quietly, then, and not be angry with me—or with any one?”
“I will promise to listen quietly, and not to be angry with you. That is all.”