The anxious question had thrilled her vibrant being to silence, had stilled her eager tongue with the magnitude of its passion. Horace was pleading with his eyes, imploring her to answer him. Suddenly he burst out:
"You will tell me, Dear, why you were untruthful to my sister?"
Fledra pondered for a moment.
"Something happened," she began, "and Sister Ann came in—I was mad—"
"Were you angry at what happened?"
"Yes."
Horace led her on.
"And did Floyd know what had happened?"
"No."
"And then?" he demanded almost sharply.