No answer.
“Well, dear?”
She began to sob. George swallowed more strawberries, stalks and all, but found small relief in them.
“It was Rahas who brought her,” said George, trying to be as gentle as possible.
More sobs, so that the unfortunate inquisitor had to get up, walk with a martial tread to the window, and say his next words with his back to her.
“When did he come? What did he come for, Nouna?”
The tears were in George’s eyes too by this time.
“Answer me, answer me, child,” cried he in a frenzy as she began to moan miserably.
Her quick ears caught the breaking sound in his voice, and suddenly ceasing in her signs of grief she called aloud:
“Come and ask me here, and I’ll tell you anything!”