“That you particularly wanted anything would be no reason for your getting it, if I know Mrs. Lingard. Rather the other way I should say; so tell me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”
“Well then,the real reason——” Here I came to a full stop.
“Yes, go on please—the real reason.”
“Was Beverley,” I brought out with an effort. “He was so horribly fond of me.”
“Good Lord!” exclaimed my companion. “What a way to put it!”
“And although I couldn’t endure him, and snubbed him fiercely on every occasion, still my aunt was afraid——” And again I hesitated.
“That you might be tempted? Yes, I see.”
“There were no grounds for her fears I do assure you, but when Aunt Mina saw a chance of shipping me to India, naturally she seized upon it—and of course I was only too glad to come.”
“Did she ship you to your brother?” inquired my companion.
“Well—no—not exactly,” I stammered.