Three minutes later Beverly had found his father-in-law surrounded by friends, and had taken him by the arm and led him to Hélène's room. It was the room in which the old music master had given her lessons on the piano. Hélène now confronted him; and Beverly going up to her stood beside her as if to protect his wife.
"Why did you tell me he was dead?" demanded Hélène. Stanton was silent.
"You must tell her, sir," said Beverly. "It is necessary for her peace of mind!"
"It is necessary for her peace of mind that I remain silent," said Stanton.
"But she is suffering!" cried Beverly.
"She'll suffer more if I tell her the truth," and Stanton turned to go.
"One moment, sir," and Beverly laid his hand gently on Mr. Stanton's arm; "you must answer, this uncertainty and suspense must come to an end."
"What is he to me? Tell me!" entreated Hélène. "Father, father, won't you tell me? for God's sake tell me!" and Hélène clasped him by the arm.
"Tell her, sir," said Beverly in a commanding voice.
"I—I cannot," faltered Stanton; "it's impossible!"