"But I want to know--I _must_ know!" Ann ran on, hysterically, her young, piping voice rising higher and higher. "I can't stand it, Dolly. Ever since you told me about you and him I have thought about Atlanta and your beautiful home down there and the things I was going to do. Oh, I thought--I thought it was actually settled, but if--if the paper tells the truth--Why don't you talk? What has got into you all at once? Surely--surely he wouldn't--surely you wouldn't have gone out to meet him as late at night as you did and let him--you know, sister, I saw him holding you tight and--" Dolly turned like an automaton suddenly animated. She laid her hands on her sister's shoulders and bore down fiercely. She shook her so violently from side to side that Ann's plaited hair swung like a rope in a storm. "Don't tell that to a soul!" Dolly panted. "You must not--don't _dare_ to! You promised you wouldn't. Sometime I will explain, but not now--not now. I'm losing my mind. Go away and leave me." "I really believe you think the paper is telling the truth," Ann moaned. "You _must_ think so, or you wouldn't look this way and beg me not to tell. Oh, I can't stand it!" For a breathless moment Ann stood staring at her dumb-lipped sister, and then, tottering to the bed, she threw herself upon it, burying her face in a pillow. Sob after sob escaped her, but Dolly paid no heed. Her lifeless stare on the mountain view, she stood like a creature entranced. The sun went down. Like a bleeding ball it hung over the mountain's crest, throwing red rays into the valley. A slow step was heard on the stair, the sliding of a dry hand on the balustrade. Mrs. Drake opened the door and advanced to Dolly. "You mustn't take on this way," she began. "I want you to be sensible and strong. Thar is plenty of fish in the sea. I sort o' thought Mr. Mostyn was talking too much to you for it to be exactly right, but you always had such a level head--more level than I ever had--that I thought you could take care of yourself." "Mother, please leave me alone for to-day, anyway," Dolly pleaded. "I--I'm not a fool. Take Ann down-stairs. I--I can't stand that noise. It makes me desperate. I hardly know what to do or say." "I just asked her to tell me the truth." Ann sat up, holding her pillow in her lap as for comfort, her eyes red with rubbing. "But she won't say a word, when all this time I've been counting on--" "Well, I'm going down and see about supper," Dolly said, desperately. "Father and George have stopped work and they will be hungry." Her mother tried to detain her, but she went straight down the stairs. Mrs. Drake crept stealthily to the door, peered after her daughter, and then, heaving a sigh, she stood before the girl on the bed. "Now," she said, grimly, "out with it! Tell me all you know about this thing--every single thing!" "But, mother"--Ann's eyes fell--"I promised-"