"I have not," he answered again.
"Oh, how cold you are!" she cried, in passionate revolt against his even tone. "Don't you care anything at all for Beatrix?"
If he flinched at her question, he rallied again too quickly for her to discover it. Then he looked her squarely in the eye.
"I would do anything in my power to protect Miss Dane; but this is a case where I have no right to speak to her. I have spoken to Lorimer again and again, urging him to control himself for her sake. Beyond that, I have no right to go."
"But you said once that you thought she ought to be told."
"That was months ago. She found out, without being told."
"Not all."
"Enough."
"But, if she knew all about it, all that you know, Beatrix Dane would never marry Sidney Lorimer."
"Very likely not."