"Numè, tell me just what—just how—all about the—the meetings with Mr. Sinclair."
The girl shook her head, flushed and rebellious.
"Me? I nod tell. Mr. Sinka tell me—all too saked."
Mrs. Davis caught her breath.
"He told you—told you the—the—meetings were sacred?"
Numè nodded:
"Ess."
"Then he is not an honorable man, Numè, because he is betrothed to another woman."
"Bud he writing her to breag'," the girl said, triumphantly.
"He write to—Numè, what are you talking about? Are you conscienceless? When did he write—what?"