That mysterious rage she was so unwilling to recognize got possession of her again.
"It means a great deal to you," she breathed.
"Of course it does," said Peter honestly. "Don't keep me dangling, Electra."
Electra's mouth seemed to harden before his eyes. She looked like some noble and beautiful image of justice or a kindred virtue.
"She thinks I shall not tell you," she declared. "But I shall. It is no more right for you to be deceived than it was right for me. I shall tell you."
"Don't tell me anything she wouldn't wish," said Peter earnestly. He began to see the need of holding down the flaming spirit in her, lest it consume too much. "If there is anything she wants me to know, she will tell me."
"My instinct was right," said Electra, now with equal steadiness. "She was not his wife. Tom never married her."
Peter was tired of that issue. His controlled manner showed it.
"I know what you think about that, Electra," he said. "You see we don't agree. We mustn't talk about it."
Electra answered him with a gracious certainty.