I acknowledged that I had been to Russia.
"Why did you go there? Tell your dearest Annabel. She won't tell."
"To see a lady."
Annabel shook her fretwork of misty hair.
"That's treason to me. Is she beautiful?"
"Very."
"Kind?"
"Perfectly."
"Well, you're not. By the way, why are you looking so wan if she is beautiful and kind?"
"I didn't say she was beautiful and kind for me, did I?"