“You are mistaken.”
“No. I think I am not mistaken. I think you will accept it, because—because I ask you to.”
“I cannot, Miss Colton.”
“And your reason?”
“That I cannot tell anyone.”
“But you told my father.”
I was stricken dumb again.
She went on, speaking hurriedly, and not raising her eyes.
“You told my father,” she repeated, “and he told me.”
“He told you!” I cried.