Carrie smiled a little, and shook her head.
"The doctor," said she, "wouldn't be able to make head or tail of what he says. Now, you would."
"And if I did, what of that? Don't I know everything, or almost everything, already? Didn't I bring him down here, to my father's house, after I knew that there was a warrant out against him? What better proof do you want that the secret would be safe with me?"
But Carrie would not give way. Without entering into an argument, she stood before him with a set look of obstinacy in her mouth and eyes, slowly shaking her head once or twice as he went on with his persuasions.
"Do you think I should make a wrong use of the secret?" asked Max, impatiently.
"Oh, no."
"Do you think it would turn me against him?"
But at this question she hesitated.
"I don't know," said she, at last.
"It is something that has given you pain?" Max went on, noting the traces of tears on her face and the misery in her eyes.