"Shall I tell you a secret?" asked Aurora, looking compassionately at his pale face.
"A secret?"
"Yes; the secret of my parting with Talbot Bulstrode. It was not I who dismissed him from Felden; it was he who refused to fulfil his engagement with me."
She spoke slowly, in a low voice, as if it were painful to her to say the words which told of so much humiliation.
"He did!" cried John Mellish, rising, red and furious, from his seat, eager to run to look for Talbot Bulstrode then and there, in order to inflict chastisement upon him.
"He did, John Mellish, and he was justified in doing so," answered Aurora, gravely. "You would have done the same."
"O Aurora, Aurora!"
"You would. You are as good a man as he, and why should your sense of honour be less strong than his? A barrier arose between Talbot Bulstrode and me, and separated us for ever. That barrier was a secret."
She told him of the missing year in her young life; how Talbot had called upon her for an explanation, and how she had refused to give it. John listened to her with a thoughtful face, which broke out into sunshine as she turned to him and said—
"How would you have acted in such a case, Mr. Mellish?"