“But, dearest dear! She introduced you as Mrs. Wyvil! How was that?”
“Oh, Tudor, I dreamed that some one in a high, delirious fever had told me that I must never call myself by the name of Hereward again, and I was so foolish as to take the sick man at his word.”
“I remember! I remember! Oh, Lilith! How much you have to forgive!”
“I have nothing to forgive! nothing! I am just as happy as a lark!”
“My darling, since you entered Madame Von Bruyin’s family under the name of Wyvil, how could she have known or guessed that you were my wife?”
Lilith paused and reflected, and then she answered:
“I am not pledged to secrecy in this matter; yet, if you were not my husband, and if I were not fully resolved never to have a secret, either of my own or of any one else’s, from you, I should not tell you this; for women should not betray women, especially to the common enemy; but I know you are not vain, Tudor, and you are generous.”
“Now, if you object——”
“I do not object—I insist on telling you.”
“Go on, then.”