Langhetti looked at her with a startled expression.
“Is it not?”
He bowed his head.
“It is—it is. And if so, I implore—I conjure you to tell me. Look—I am calm. Think—I am strong. I am not one who can be cast down merely by bad news.”
“I may tell you soon.”
“Say you will.”
“I will,” said Langhetti, after a struggle.
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Why not to-morrow?”