"You used not to be so fond of mystery, Grizel."
"I am not fond of it now."
"Ah, it is he," David said bitterly, and he lifted his hat. "Is there nothing you will let me do for you, Grizel?" he cried.
"I thought you were to do so much for me when you came into this room," she admitted wistfully, "and said that you were in love. I thought it was with another woman."
He remembered that her face had brightened. "How could that have helped you?" he asked.
She saw that she had but to tell him, and for her sake he would do it at once. But she could not be so selfish.
"We need not speak of that now," she said.
"We must speak of it," he answered. "Grizel, it is but fair to me. It may be so important to me."
"You have shown that you don't care for her, David, and that ends it."
"Who is it?" He was much stirred.