“My brother knows nothing yet, I suppose.”
Barclay hesitated.
“I suppose not,” was his reply.
“Then, before I say anything, I must see him.”
“But he’s away in Servia, is he not? He won’t be back for six months.”
“Then I must wait till he returns,” she answered, decisively.
“Maud has told you something. Come, admit it,” he urged.
The girl was silent for a full minute.
“Yes,” she sighed. “She did tell me something.”
“When?”