"Yes," said Sanda, rather miserably. "To save you I will do that."
"You have friends in France who would post a letter if they found it enclosed in one of yours, without explanations?"
"I have friends who would do that, perhaps, but to make it more sure I will explain. It would not save my conscience to let you slip a letter into an open envelope, and pretend to myself that I knew nothing about it; because I would know, and I think I'd almost rather be hypocritical with other people than with myself."
"I told you," exclaimed Ourïeda, "that Roumia girls were different from us even in their secret thoughts! But you will love me, won't you, although you think I am stealthy and sly? I need your love and help!"
"I love you, or I shouldn't have promised what I have just promised now," Sanda assured her.
"But if there were still more—something harder and more dangerous—would you love me enough to do that thing too?"
"Do you mean something in particular that you have in your mind, or——"
"Yes, oh, yes! I mean something in particular."
"Will you tell me what it is?"
"I am half afraid."