He smiled wickedly.
"And nothing else?"
"Oh, yes," said Moya, sadly; "I know what else you are, of course. His father!"
"So he's had the pluck to tell you, after all?"
"He should have told me at once."
"And lost you?"
"He hasn't lost me yet!" cried Moya impulsively, but from her loyal heart none the less.
"Then why break away from him like this? Wasn't his word good enough?"
"I haven't broken away," said Moya, "from him. I couldn't. I've come to tell you why. They've taken him to prison!"