“No. Only for your own good.”
“Then tell me, if I change my mind when the time comes to deny it, what harm could it do you?”
“I should have to—”
“Finish what you were going to say.”
“I’ll tell you all, Clarence, if you will promise me that you will do as I want you to.”
“Well, tell me, brother.”
“I am going to make a clean breast of it all.”
“I think I had better be getting up closer,” whispered Pat. “I may think I’m hearing and not hear, for I am looking for the poor devil to tie a noose around his neck before he gets through with the clean breast he spoke of.”
“Go on, Oliver; tell me. You are talking to your brother. You need not fear my betraying you—never, Oliver!”