“Nothing more?”
She shook her head.
“He has always treated you kindly—respectfully?”
“Always.”
“And you like him?”
“I do.”
“Better than you like me?”
He asked the question innocently—playfully, as he would have put it to a child, expecting her to answer in the same spirit. But she did nothing of the kind. Instead, she placed her hand upon his and began passionately:
“Fleet Foot, you will never know——”
Then she suddenly checked herself, and, hiding her face, burst into tears.