"God forbid, Carl!"
"Then you do care?"
"As your cousin—yes. As your sister, if you will have me——"
"That Paul!" he began again heatedly.
"You have heard me say it is not Paul," she declared.
He grasped at her unintended hint. His eyes actually clouded with mist. He said huskily:
"But there is somebody? You have a lover? Somebody you have long known? Somebody in America?"
She bowed her head in silent affirmation. But Carl suddenly propounded a question she had not expected:
"But if that's so, why did he let you come over here to work in this horrid war?"
"Suppose—suppose he came, too?" she said hastily, almost recklessly. "Suppose——"