“You will tell me, won’t you?” and she flashed on him a challenging glance from her small grey eyes.
A moment’s silence. At last he said, “No; I would rather not. It is not my business, and you must excuse me.”
“Oh, Mr. Dexter, won’t you speak out? It means so much to us.”
“There is absolutely nothing against the girl’s character. I think I can assure you of that.”
“Then it is her birth—that is the question.”
“Well, she is not responsible for that, is she?”
“No-o,” the negative was reluctant.
“She seems a fine, tall, beautiful young woman, and I’m sure she has been well brought up; she will be wealthy—what more do you want?”
“The truth, and nothing but the truth.”
“It is not always advisable to know the truth—sometimes silence is best.”