Annalise looked at him with heavy eyes, and shook her head.
"She don't speak no English, sir," explained Mrs. Pearce. "This one's
pure heathen."
"No English," echoed Annalise drearily, who had at least learned that
much, "no English, no English."
Robin gathered up his crumbs of German and presented them to her with
a smile. Immediately on hearing her own tongue she flared into life,
and whipping out a little pocket-book and pencil asked him eagerly
where she was.
"Where you are?" repeated Robin, astonished.
"_Ja, Ja_. The address. This address. What is it? Where am I?"
"What, don't you know?"
"Tell me--quick," begged Annalise.
"But why--I don't understand. You must know you are in England?"
"England! Naturally I know it is England. But this--where is it? What
is its address? For letters to reach me? Quick--tell me quick!"
Robin, however, would not be quick. "Why has no one told you?" he
asked, with an immense curiosity.
"_Ach_, I have not been told. I know nothing. I am kept in the dark
like--like a prisoner." And Annalise dragged her handkerchief out of
her pocket, and put it to her eyes just in time to stop her ready
tears from falling into the whipped cream and spoiling it.
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