She turned her startled eyes on him, and he saw the blood run flame-like under her skin. "But he promised not to speak!" she cried.
"He hasn't—to me. But such things make themselves known. Should you have been content to go on in that way forever?"
She raised her head and her eyes rested in his. "If you were," she answered simply.
"Justine!"
Again she checked him with a silencing motion. "Please tell me just what has happened."
"Not now—there's too much else to say. And nothing matters except that I'm with you."
"But Mr. Langhope——"
"He asks you to come. You're to see Cicely to-morrow."
Her lower lip trembled a little, and a tear flowed over and hung on her lashes.
"But what does all that matter now? We're together after this horrible year," he insisted.