"Of course I'll do what you wish," said Daisy reluctantly. "Only Mr. Carden-Cox would have liked to know."
"It doesn't matter what Mr. Carden-Cox would or would not like. You are to keep the thing to yourself."
Daisy gazed at him dubiously.
"Do you think—are you—?" she faltered. "Are you angry? Poor Fulvia! I do wish I hadn't fished that stupid postscript out! After all this time! I do wish I had not said a word to you."
"Nothing is gained in the end by concealment."
"No—poor Fulvia!—" applying the axiom to another, instead of herself. "I wish she had spoken out. But perhaps she was afraid. She gets so frightened now of doing anything you may not like. I never know Fulvia could be a coward till lately. Are you very angry?"
"I am—" and a pause—"disappointed in Fulvia. I could not have thought it possible."
"But I don't believe she meant to do wrong. Perhaps she forgot. Oh, don't be vexed; because it is my fault."
"What! The finding of this?"
"Yes. If only I had not told!" Daisy actually burst into tears.