CHAPTER XLIV
AT VASSILITZI'SInto my dreams came voices that I knew, speaking in French, in low tones which yet reached my ears distinctly.
"I think we should tell him; it is not right, or just, to keep him in ignorance."
"No,--no,--we must not tell him; we must not!" Anne said softly, but vehemently. "We shall need him so sorely,--there are so very few whom we can really trust. Besides, why should we tell him? It would break his heart! For remember, we do not know."
They were not dream voices, but real ones, and as I found that out, I felt I'd better let the speakers,--Anne and Loris,--know I was awake; for I'd no wish to overhear what they were saying, especially as I had a queer intuition that they were talking of me. So I sat up under the fur rug some one had thrown over me, and beg
