"Why?"
"Because I love her. Because I, therefore, hate deceit, and because
I—"
"Well?"
"And because Mr. Chichester knows already."
"Ah! You mean that he has forced your hand, sir, and now you would make the best of it—"
"I mean that he has opened my eyes, madam."
"And to-morrow you will tell Cleone?"
"Yes."
"And, of course, she will scorn you for an impudent impostor?"
Now at this Barnabas flinched, for these were Chichester's own words, and they bore a double sting.