Moya was silent for a little.
"You're right," she said at last. "I know Theodore. He'll never breathe it; but he'll think all the more of you, dearest."
"I owe it to him. I owe it to you all, and to myself. I am not naturally a fraud, Moya."
"On the other hand, it was very natural not to speak of such a thing."
"But it was wrong. I knew it at the time. Only I could not risk——"
Moya touched his lips with her switch.
"Hush, sir! That's the one part I shall never—quite—forgive."
"But you have taught me a lesson. I shall never keep another thing back from you in all my life!"
"And I will never be horrid to you again, darling! But of course there will be exceptions to both rules; to yours because there are some things which wouldn't be my business (but this wasn't one of them); to mine, because—well—we none of us have the tempers of angels."
"But you have been my good angel already—and more—so much more!"