"You do know," he said.
She was silent. There seemed nothing left to say.
He released her arm slowly. "I am sorry I can't be quite open with you," he said. "But I will pledge you my word of honour that whatever I do is in your friend's interest. Will that make things any easier?"
Her eyes fell before his. "I—was a fool to ask you," she said.
He did not contradict the statement. "You are going to have a rest now," he said, "before the headache begins."
It had begun already, but she did not tell him so. "I would rather go to church," she said.
Max looked stubborn.
"I always do go," she protested into his silence. "It will do me good to go."
"All right," he said, with his one-sided smile. "Then I must go too, that's all."
"What for?" she asked quickly.