"All right, Fin," he said, pressing her hand. "You'd do the same for me; old friends, you know."
"Yes," she said, "old friends." She was silent a moment or two, then with an effort she said, "Yorke, I've got something to tell you. And—and I think I'd rather die than say it."
"Don't say it then," he said promptly. "What's it matter? You've got to keep quiet, the doctor said——."
"But I've got to say it," she broke in with a moan. "I can't sleep or rest while it's on my mind. You can't guess what it is, Yorke?"
"No. Never mind. Let it slide till you get better, Fin."
She shook her head as well as she could.
"That would be a long time to keep it," she said. "Yorke, what brought you to the theater last night?"
He started slightly. It might almost be said that he had forgotten the diamond pendant, which was still in his waistcoat pocket.
"Why, I came to see you, of course," he replied.