"But you do, yourself—"
"Not at all. At least, I haven't said so. I wish you'd listen to me, Mr. Lawrence, instead of interrupting me with questions every other moment. How in the world am I to make a confession, if you won't let me say two words?"
"Are you going to make a confession?" asked Lawrence, incredulously. "It's all chaff, you know!"
Fanny turned her cool eyes upon him instantly.
"There's a lot besides chaff," she said, in a very different tone. "I can be in earnest, too—when I care."
She certainly emphasized the last three words in a way which might have meant much, accompanied as they were by her steady look. Lawrence felt himself growing a little pale again.
"Do you care?" he asked, and his voice shook perceptibly.
"For Mr. Brinsley?" enquired Fanny, instantly changing her tone again and beginning to laugh.
"No—for me."
