Billy looked distressed.
“I can't, dear—truly. You see, it isn't quite mine—to tell.”
“Not yours!”
“Not—entirely.”
“But it makes you feel bad?”
“Yes—very.”
“Then can't I know that part?”
“Oh, no—no, indeed, no! You see—it wouldn't be fair—to the other.”
Bertram stared a little. Then his mouth set into stern lines.
“Billy, what are you talking about? Seems to me I have a right to know.”