“But why?”
“Well—but I can’t tell you every reason.”
“Tell me one?”
Anna did not answer. She sat looking out straight before her, her eyes full of trouble.
“Perhaps it is all nothing, Johnny. I may be fanciful and foolish, and so take up mistaken notions. Wrong ones, on more points than one.”
“Do you mean anything—there?”
“Yes. It would be—I think—a terrible misfortune for us, if William were to engage himself to Sophie Chalk.”
“You mean Tod, Anna?” I said, impulsively.
She blushed like a rose. “Down at Whitney I did think it was he; but since we came here she seems to have changed; to be—to be——”
“Going in for Bill. I put it plainly you see, Anna.”