"You slept together afterwards?"
"We occupied the same room and bed. We did not sleep much; we talked the whole night through."
"I'll be sworn you did! And then it all came out—tant pis. I would rather you had heard it from myself."
"You are quite wrong. She did not tell me what you suspect—she is not the person to proclaim such things; but yet I inferred something from parts of her discourse. I gathered more from rumour, and I made out the rest by instinct."
"But if she did not tell you that I wanted to marry her for the sake of her money, and that she refused me indignantly and scornfully (you need neither start nor blush; nor yet need you prick your trembling fingers with your needle. That is the plain truth, whether you like it or not)—if such was not the subject of her august confidences, on what point did they turn? You say you talked the whole night through; what about?"
"About things we never thoroughly discussed before, intimate friends as we have been; but you hardly expect I should tell you?"
"Yes, yes, Cary; you will tell me. You said we were friends, and friends should always confide in each other."
"But you are sure you won't repeat it?"
"Quite sure."
"Not to Louis?"