“You don’t suppose it can go on forever? That the mystery will never be found out? That you can go on forever escaping by the skin of your teeth?”
A faint smile, confident if not very happy, appeared on her features.
“I’m in clever hands, very clever hands,” she said.
“But the work revolts you! It’s horrible—shocking!”
“Well, we won’t discuss that now. I’ve told you before all that I could tell you about it. There’s Arthur coming for me. I must go.”
“One moment. Tell me honestly: would you give everything up and marry me, if you could?”
She hesitated.
“I don’t know whether I dare answer you truly; but I will—if you will promise to take no advantage of what I say.”
“I promise.”
“Well then, yes, I would throw over everything—if I could.”