Mrs. Rosscott caught her under lip in her teeth.
“You gave me a promise, Mr. Denham,” she said, quite low, but most distinctly—“a promise which you broke.”
Jack flushed; his eyelids drooped for a minute.
“I didn’t break it,” he said. “I gave it up.”
“Is there any difference?”
“A great difference.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you want to have the truth?” he said. “If you really do, I’ll tell you. But I don’t ask to tell you, recollect, and if I were you I’d drop the whole—I certainly would.—If I were you.”
She looked at him in astonishment.
“I don’t understand,” she said. “Tell me what you mean.”