“Deciding what?”
“That there’s nothing more to be said?” He waited for her to answer, and then went on: “I don’t even know what you mean by ‘everything’.”
“Oh, I don’t know what more there is! I know enough. I implored her to deny it, and she couldn’t.... What can you and I have to say to each other?” Her voice broke into a sob. The animal anguish was upon her again—just a blind cry against her pain!
Darrow kept his head high and his eyes steady. “It must be as you wish; and yet it’s not like you to be afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“To talk things out—to face them.”
“It’s for you to face this—not me!”
“All I ask is to face it—but with you.” Once more he paused. “Won’t you tell me what Miss Viner told you?”
“Oh, she’s generous—to the utmost!” The pain caught her like a physical throe. It suddenly came to her how the girl must have loved him to be so generous—what memories there must be between them!
“Oh, go, please go. It’s too horrible. Why should I have to see you?” she stammered, lifting her hands to her eyes.