Had anyone else asked such a question she would have been angrier, but Nebelsen had a child’s naïf unconsciousness of offending. “You’ve no right to any answer when you put such questions as that,” she said, “still, just this once I will satisfy your curiosity. Mr. Babcock is nothing to me — do you understand — nothing!”
“Ah! how you make me glad!” he exclaimed, with a deep sigh of relief, which Sybil imagined was on Campion’s account.
“Then Ro— Mr. Campion has not told you?” she said, “I thought you came from him. You know we were once engaged, and then it was broken off; and I shall always be very, very grateful to you because you first made me suspect that there might be an excuse for him I could never have dreamed of. And now I am sure of it, and and we met only this afternoon, and e
