“You would not have hidden this letter in terror; will you show the other?”
“You are beginning again,” she said reproachfully.
“You need not trouble. I was only jesting. But for God’s sake do not look on me as a despôt or a spy; it was mere curiosity. God be with you and your secrets.”
“I have no secrets,” she returned drily as he rose to go.
“Do you know that I am soon leaving?” he asked suddenly.
“I heard so; is it true?”
“Why do you doubt?”
She dropped her eyes and said nothing.
“You will be glad for me to go?”
“Yes,” she answered in a whisper.