"He asked me if I loved you, and I said I did. And he asked me how much I loved you, and I said—I said I'd die for you—and so I would, Claude. I'd do it gladly. You can believe me or not—"
"That's all right. What I want to know is what happened after that."
"And then he said he'd help us. I didn't understand how he meant to help us—and I didn't quite believe him. You see, Claude, even if he is your brother, I never really liked him—or trusted him—not really. There was always something about him I couldn't make out—and now I see what it is. I knew he'd tell. And he made me promise I wouldn't."
"He made you promise you wouldn't tell—what?"
"What he said to me. He said he might go and marry some one else—and then he wouldn't want what he said to me to be known, because it would make trouble."
"But what did he say?"
"Don't you know what he said?"
"It doesn't matter whether I know or not, Rosie. It's for you to tell me."
She wrestled with herself. "Oh, Claude, I don't want to. I wish you wouldn't make me."
"Go on, Rosie; go on."