CHAPTER III. ” “I suppose,” Anna said, “that those are reasonable deductions. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. I have been in torment all the while to know whether it was to Anna or to Annabel that you were making love so charmingly. That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. I have—run away. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. Tell him the truth, Annabel. Take me to the Stone Room.