"We really ought to watch this set," she declared. "That is, if you are
not too much absorbed in my handiwork. What have you got there?"

He held it out to her with a valiant attempt at unconcern.

"Do you mind telling me who this is?" he asked.

She glanced at it carelessly enough, but at once her whole expression
changed. The smile left her lips, her eyes filled with trouble.

"Where did you find it?" she asked, in a low tone.

"In the album," he answered. "It was loose between the pages."

She took it gently from his fingers, and crossing the room locked it
in her desk.

"I had no idea that it was here," she said. "It is a picture of my
eldest sister, or rather my step-sister."

The change in her manner was so apparent that, under ordinary
circumstances, Wrayson would not have dreamed of pursuing the subject.
But the conventions of life seemed to him small things just then.

"Your step-sister!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea--shall I meet her this
afternoon?"

"No!" she answered, gravely. "What do you say--shall we go out now?"