What passed behind those closed doors the children never knew. They felt rather than understood what was happening. Belle’s pleading was beginning to be effectual, and the old man was rising to the same heights of self-sacrifice which Dan had reached, when he slipped away from home with the taint of his friend’s disgrace upon him in order to save that friend.
That some soul tragedy had been enacted m that little room the children felt vaguely when Belle came out after a while. Her eyes were red and swollen and her face drawn and pinched looking. She did not glance in their direction, but stood with her face averted and hand on the gate-latch while Uncle Darcy stopped beside the swing.
“Children,” he said solemnly, “I want you to promise me never to speak to anyone about finding that note in the old rifle till I give you permission. Will you do this for me, just because I ask it, even if I can’t tell you why?”
“Mustn’t I even tell Barby?” asked Georgina, anxiously.
He hesitated, glancing uncertainly at Belle, then answered:
“No, not even your mother, till I tell you that you can. Now you see what a very important secret it is. Can _you_ keep it, son? Will you promise me too?”
He turned to Richard with the question. With a finger under the boy’s chin he tipped up his face and looked into it searchingly. The serious, brown eyes looked back into his, honest and unflinching.
“Yes, I promise,” he answered. “Honor bright I’ll not tell.”
The old man turned to the waiting figure at the gate.
“It’s all right, Belle. You needn’t worry about it any more. You can trust us.”