"No, no. Keep it on."
There was another silence.
"But you must know his address."
"No. I know he is often in Paris. But I have only met him at—at a cabaret."
"Could you trust me?" said Mrs. Stoddart humbly.
Annette trembled, and her face became convulsed.
"You are very kind," she said, "very kind,—getting the nurse, and helping, and this nice warm rug, and everything,—but I'm afraid I can't trust anyone any more. I've left off trusting people."