Annette was startled.
"I had not meant that," she said humbly. "I will promise anything you wish!"
"No, my dear, no," said Mrs. Stoddart, ashamed of her subterfuge and its instant success. "I was unreasonable. Promise me instead that, except to the man you are engaged to, you will never mention this subject to anyone without my permission."
"I promise," said Annette.
And Mrs. Stoddart, who never kissed anyone if she could help it, kissed her on the forehead.
CHAPTER VIII
"Thou hast led me astray, my youth, till there is nowhere I can turn my steps."—Koltsov.
It was the middle of April. The ginger tree had at last unsheathed the immense buds which it had been guarding among its long swordlike leaves, and had hung out its great pink and white blossoms at all their length. The coffee trees had mingled with their red berries the dearest little white wax flowers. The paradise tree which Annette had been watching day by day had come out in the night. And this morning, among its innumerable hanging golden balls, were cascades of five-leaved white stars with violet centres.