"Can you spare me a moment, Frank?"
"Fifty moments, if you like, Edina," was the answer in the ever-pleasant tones. "Come in."
The day had gone on to its close, and Edina had found no opportunity of speaking to Frank alone. The secret of which she had unexpectedly gained cognizance that morning was troubling her mind. To be a party to it, and to keep that fact from Frank, was impossible to Edina. Tell him she must: and the sooner the better.