“Commit myself how?”
“I do not know—”
“What else?”
“The anger that you show, or the embarrassment, when the name of Caffie is pronounced, Madame Dammauville’s, and Florentin’s—”
“And you conclude that my anger on hearing these three names—”
“Nothing—I am afraid—”
CHAPTER XLIII. THE TERRIBLE REVELATION
This confession threw him into a state of confusion and agitation, for if it did not go beyond what he feared, yet it revealed a terrible situation.
Clearly, as in an open book, he read her; if she did not know all, she was but one step from the truth, and if she had not taken this step, it was because her love restrained her. If her love had been less strong, less powerful, she certainly would not have withstood the proofs that pressed on her from all sides.