Ah——!
Tom.
And because the possession of it is worrying me. But there, I can't trust you.
Avonia.
Mr. Wrench!
Tom.
No, you're a warm-hearted woman, 'Vonia, but you're a sieve.
Avonia.
[Going down upon her knees beside him.] I swear! By all my hopes, Tom Wrench, of hitting 'em as Prince Charming in the coming pantomime, I swear I will not divulge, leave alone tell a living soul, any secret you may intrust to me, or let me know of, concerning Rose Trelawny of the "Wells." Amen!