"But why were you obliged?"
"I have a secret; it was because of that secret I was obliged."
"You will tell it to me, won't you?"
"I cannot."
Trevor turned aside. He did not speak at all for a moment.
"I must understand you somehow," he said then; "you are surrounded by mystery, you puzzle me, you pique my curiosity. I am not curious about small things as a rule, but this is not a small thing, and I have a great curiosity as to the state of your heart, as to the state of your—"
"My morals," said Florence slowly; "of my moral nature—you are not sure of me, are you?"
"I am sure that, bad or good—and I know you are not bad—you are the only woman that I care for. May I come and see you to-morrow?"
"Don't talk any more now; you upset me," said Florence.
"May I come and see you to-morrow?"