"He told me himself. I do know. You cannot know," Pattie said bitterly. "And if it comes out, he will not be here to defend himself. He cannot explain how things were."
"But you don't think I would go and make it known now, do you?"
Pattie stood up. She had been kneeling by the box hitherto. Her lips moved, but no sound passed them.
"Why should I? It wouldn't do any good. I wanted to know—because I thought I'd a right. But you might be sure that I wouldn't tell anybody else."
"How can I be sure?"
"Why, what should make me tell?"
"I do not know what should make you not tell."
"Only, if I promise—"
A look of distrust again.
"You needn't put on that sort of air. If I promise that I'll never tell anybody what I know—and if I mean it—"