"Dearest, is you," he said with ghastly playfulness.
"'Indeed. Then allow me to say, sir, I will remember the grotto. I shall never forget it, Popsy. If you wish to communicate with me, a penny postage stamp is, I believe, adequate. Perhaps I am also Anastasia, to say nothing of the dog. Or shall we say the 11-15 from Paddington, Popsy?'
"'Sybil, darling,' he broke in piteously. 'Give me back that paper, you wouldn't understand.'
"Sybil silently replaced the serpent in her bosom and leant back haughtily.
"'I can explain all,' he cried wildly.
"'I am listening,' Sybil said.
"'The fact is—I—I——' The young man flushed and stammered. Sybil's pursed lips gave him no assistance.
"'It may seem incredible—you will not believe it.'
"Sybil made no sign.