He spoke the next name more softly.
"Honoré?"
Her eyes looked deeply into his for a moment, then dropped, and she made a sign of assent.
He was about to say that Honoré knew already, but saw no necessity for doing so, and changed his answer.
"I will never tell any one."
"You know?" she asked, lifting her eyes for an instant. She meant to ask if he knew the motive that had prompted her murderous intent.
"I know your whole sad history."
She looked at him for a moment, fixedly; then, still holding his hand with one of hers, she threw the other to her face and turned away her head. He thought she moaned.
Thus she remained for a few moments, then suddenly she turned, clasped both hands about his, her face flamed up and she opened her lips to speak, but speech failed. An expression of pain and supplication came upon her countenance, and the cry burst from her:
"Meg 'im to love me!"