‘No doubt,’ said Nancy, ‘you have undertaken not to mention the person.’
‘I have.’
‘If it is some one who used to be a friend of mine, you needn’t have any scruples. She as good as told me what she meant to do. Of course it is Miss. Morgan?’
‘As you have yourself spoken the name—’
‘Very well. She isn’t in her senses, and I wonder she has kept the secret so long.’
‘You admit the truth of what she has told me?’
‘Yes. I am married.’
She made the avowal in a tone very like that in which, to Beatrice French, she had affirmed the contrary.
‘And your true name is Mrs. Tarrant?’
‘That is my name.’