"Yes, Dick."
"Then oh, Bev,—tell me where!"
"Dick, I—can't!"
"Why—why?"
"I promised her to keep it secret."
"Then—you won't tell me?"
"I can't."
"Won't! won't! Ah, but you shall, yes, by God!"
"Dick, I—"
"By God, but you shall, I say you shall—you must—where is she?"
The Viscount's pale cheek grew suddenly suffused, his eyes glared
fiercely, and his set teeth gleamed between his pallid lips.
"Tell me!" he demanded.