“Gwladys, you have been keeping something from me; what is the matter, what is wrong?”
David was excited now, he took my hand in his with a grasp which unconsciously was fierce.
“There is something wrong,” I whispered.
“Something you have been keeping from me?”
“Yes.”
“All day?”
“Yes.”
“How dared—” checking himself—remaining silent for a second, then speaking with enforced composure.
“Tell it to me, my dear.”
But I had given way, I was down on the grass, my face hidden, my sobs rending me.