He looked so stern, so uncompromising, that Janetta hastened to take refuge in concrete facts.
"But you will tell Margaret everything?"
"In my own good time."
"Do promise me that you will not marry her without letting her know—if ever it comes, to a talk of your marriage."
"If ever? It will come very soon, I hope. But I'll promise nothing. And you must not make mischief."
"I am like you—I will promise nothing."
"I shall never forgive you, if you step between Margaret and me," said Wyvis.
"I shall never step between you, I hope," said Janetta, in a dispirited tone. "But it is better for me to promise nothing more."
Wyvis shrugged his shoulders, as if he thought it useless to argue with her. She was sorry for the apparently unfriendly terms on which they seemed likely to part; and it was a relief to her when, as they were saying good-bye, he looked into her face rather wistfully and said, "Wish me success, Janetta, after all."
"I wish you every happiness," she said. But whether that meant success or not it would have been hard to say.