"There are only two or three days now, and then the worst will be over," I replied cheerfully; but I would have given the world to have been able to tell her what was my chief anxiety. "Munich does not agree with me, I think."
She looked at me searchingly.
"Is it that secret of yours?" she asked quietly. "When will you share it with me?"
"Probably after Wednesday," I answered, smiling. "But you will believe me loyal to you whether you hear it or not?"
"Loyal? A quick way to make me an enemy would be for any one to hint the contrary."
"You may have your faith tested yet."
"Does the secret concern me, then?" she asked quickly, adding, with a smile, "I think I am glad if it does. I thought——"
And she stopped. I hoped I could guess the thought.
"It touches the whole question of my loyalty to you and my presence here."
"Then I do not want to hear it. I would trust you if the whole world turned against you, and sought to turn me also. I do not care now what it may be," she said earnestly, so earnestly that she brought the color in a great rush to my face, and while still flushed in this way she asked: "You do not think anything could shake me?"