She looked up at him, hurt by his tone. "Sara knows," she said.
"There is no one else. But you are not to question her. I demand
it of you."
"I will wait for you to tell me," he said gently.
CHAPTER XV
SARA WRANDALL FINDS THE TRUTH
Sara had kept the three Wrandalls over for luncheon.
"My dear," said Mrs. Redmond Wrandall, as she stood before Hetty's
portrait at the end of the long living-room, "I must say that Brandon
has succeeded in catching that lovely little something that makes
her so--what shall I say?--so mysterious? Is that what I want? The
word is as elusive as the expression."
"Subtle is the word you want, mother," said Vivian, standing beside
Leslie, tall, slim and aristocratic, her hands behind her back, her
manner one of absolute indifference. Vivian was more than handsome;
she was striking.
"There isn't anything subtle about Hetty," said Sara, with a laugh.
"She's quite ingenuous."
Leslie was pulling at his moustache, and frowning slightly. The
sunburn on his nose and forehead had begun to peel off in chappy
little flakes.
"Ripping likeness, though," was his comment.
"Oh, perfect," said his mother. "Really wonderful. It will make
Brandon famous."
"She's so healthy-looking," said Vivian.
"English," remarked Leslie, as if that covered everything.
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