"How could I speak of it?" she asked, wonderingly.
He let her go from his embrace, and taking her hand began to walk slowly with her towards the house.
"You might do so," he continued—"And it would not be wise!—neither for you in your career, nor for me in mine. You are famous,—your name is being talked of everywhere—you must be very careful. No one must know we are lovers."
She thrilled at the word "lovers," and her hand trembled in his.
"No one shall know," she said.
"Not even Miss Leigh," he insisted.
"If I say 'no one' of course I mean 'no one,'" she answered, gently—"not even Miss Leigh."
He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, relieved by this assurance. He wanted his little "amour" to go on without suspicion or interference, and he felt instinctively that if this girl made any sort of a promise she would fulfil it.
"You can keep a secret then?" he said, playfully—"Unlike most women!"
She looked up at him, smiling.