She broke out passionately:—
“You are afraid; you want to get rid of me. Very well, I will go.”
Actually she rose; but I stopped her.
“Where to?”
“Anywhere—I do not know—only away from a coward.”
“Now, is that consistent?” I said. “You first accuse me of incredulity, and then of fearing a bogey I don’t believe in. I gave my promise to Marion, to hold you in pledge until redeemed, and I have no intention of breaking my promise. You might know of safer quarters—some friend’s, say—where I could still continue my trust—that was my sole meaning. You do not? Very well. Now sit down again. It is only of your reputation I am thinking. If you are ready to confide it to me——”
Her bosom heaved heavily once or twice. She looked me in the face.
“Why not?” she said.
“That is for you to say,” I answered. “I know no reason, on my honour. Is that enough?”
She seemed to think awhile, frowning and pouting her lips.