"You would have the right to call me to account. As it is," Bertram added, rising, "I decline to tell you more, and I shall wish you good-day."
After all Bertram was right; I had no claim to urge, no wrong to redress. Besides, by my hastiness, I was letting the thread slip through my fingers.
"Sit down, Bertram; you are the touchiest man alive. It is no concern of mine, but I have seen more than you imagine—I have seen Daker; I have been with Sharp."
Bertram grasped my arm.
"Tell me all, then; I must know all. You don't know how I have suffered, my dear Q. M. Tell me everything."
"First let me ask you, Bertram, have you been an honourable man to Mrs. Daker?"
"Explain yourself."
"Where is she? Her uncle has broken his heart!"
"All I need say is, that she is with me, and that it is I who have sacrificed almost my honour in keeping her with me, after——"
I understood the case completely now.