“Do you intend to?”
“If you think it right. Shall I tell Ripley?”
“It’s my opinion you should. Forestall your brother in every direction.”
“Well, yours and his are the only two that concerns me.”
“One other, Renny.”
“Who?”
“Dolly.”
He leaned forward and looked at me with such intensity of earnestness that his black eyes seemed to pierce to my very soul.
“Shall I,” he said—and his gaze never left my face—“shall I acknowledge your confidence with another?”
“It shall be sacred, Duke,” I answered low, “if it refers to past or present.”