Her hand fell on his, which rested on the top of the iron gate.
"You did right in telling me," came softly from her lips. "Who should you have told if not me? We ought not to have secrets from each other."
"I do not fancy we have many secrets that we keep from each other, Inza," he murmured, leaning toward her over the gate. "You know how I have trusted you."
"And have I not trusted you, Frank? I have told you all my delightful little secrets, and I have not told yours to another soul. They say girls cannot keep secrets, but I think you will find out they can."
"Ah, Inza! you are not like other girls."
"Oh, yes, I am!" she laughed. "You think I am not, but I am. Perhaps I am a trifle too old for my years, as papa often says; but the terrible dangers you have rescued me from have been quite enough to add something to my age."
"In the face of every danger you have been brave as few girls could have been."
"That's flattery."
"It is the sincere, honest truth. Do you think I would attempt to flatter you?"
"Frank!"