She still looked at him in silence, while the tears rose, welled over, and rolled slowly down.
"Can you not trust me?" he repeated.
She shook her head.
"But as you have told me something, why not tell me all?"
"I am afraid to tell all," she whispered.
"For yourself?"
"No."
"For him, then?"
"Yes."
He clinched his hand involuntarily as he heard this answer. Her pale face and agitation were all for him, then—for Ward Heathcote!