"No one. It is a mood I have on today which makes me see clearer than
I have done before. Go now—if any one saw you here, you know what
Marut would say."
"Yes, I know Marut very well by now. Not that it much matters.
Good-by. Please—I found my way alone; I can find the way out."
She had reached the door before he stopped her.
"Beatrice!"
She turned.
"What is it?"
"I have a favor to ask of you—or rather, I have a trust to put in your hands. It is in a sort of way the seal upon our good understanding. There is no one else whom I could trust so much."
She came back to his side. A new color was in her cheeks. Her eyes looked less tired, less hopeless.
"A trust? That would make life worth living."
He took up the packet on the table and gave it to her.