He offered no response. And in a little while she went on:
"I ought to tell you one thing more. Last week I made all my arrangements to go away at once, for the summer, for a long time. I did not expect to see you again. Two or three times I started to the station. I have stayed until now because it seemed best after all to speak to you once more. This is my reason for being here to-night; and it is the only apology I can offer to myself or to you for what I am doing."
There was a sad and bitter vehemence in her words; she quivered with passion.
"Isabel," he said more urgently, "there is nothing I am not prepared to tell you."
When she spoke again, it was with difficulty and everything seemed to hang upon her question:
"Does any one else know?"
His reply was immediate:
"No one else knows."
"Have you every reason to believe this?"
"I have every reason to believe this."