“Bring it to me. What is it?”
She bowed her head low and made no answer.
“Look here, Cherokee, I will see what it is,” and he laid his hand on her arm.
She raised her eyes to him and began bravely enough:
“Robert, it is best that you do not see——”
“What, you refuse? It is not necessary for my wife to keep anything from me.”
“Even if it could only annoy you?”
“Yes, if it half killed me, I would insist upon knowing.”
“I don’t mean that you ought not, that I—Oh!”