"No, no!" she cried out, and he caught a note of horror in her voice.
"Does—does he know this—this thing you can't tell me?" he demanded, a harsh note of jealousy in his voice.
She looked up at him, hurt by his tone. "Sara knows," she said. "There is no one else. But you are not to question her. I demand it of you."
"I will wait for you to tell me," he said gently.
CHAPTER XV — SARA WRANDALL FINDS THE TRUTH
Sara had kept the three Wrandalls over for luncheon.
"My dear," said Mrs. Redmond Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty's portrait at the end of the long living-room, "I must say that Brandon has succeeded in catching that lovely little something that makes her so—what shall I say?—so mysterious? Is that what I want? The word is as elusive as the expression."
"Subtle is the word you want, mother," said Vivian, standing beside Leslie, tall, slim and aristocratic, her hands behind her back, her manner one of absolute indifference. Vivian was more than handsome; she was striking.