“He did not know. He does not know now.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“I couldn’t.”
Cicely paused, consideringly. “No, you could not,” she said, with conviction. “And he can never marry you.” She sat down on the side of the bed and folded her hands.
“Not when he knows,” Eve answered.
“And were you going to deceive him, not let him know?”
“That is what I tried to do,” said Eve, sombrely. “You were the only person who knew (you knew because I had told you), and you were out of your mind; his love came to me,—I took it.”
“Especially as you loved him!”
“Yes, I loved him.”
“I’m glad you do,” said Cicely; “now you won’t be so lofty. Now you understand, perhaps, how I felt about Ferdie, and why I didn’t mind, no matter what he did?”