"Honour, you are angry inside. I can see you are."
"No,—I am not angry," Honor answered slowly. "Where would be the use? I am simply—astounded that you could dare to run such risks with the love of a man who is one among a thousand."
She spoke the last words with unguarded enthusiasm; not perceiving, till they were out, the intent look on Evelyn's face.
"I knew you were friends with Theo, Honor," she said, "but I never thought you admired him as much—as all that."
The girl caught the note of jealousy, and coloured to the roots of her hair.
"I am not alone in my opinion," she said with an uneasy laugh. "There are dozens of others who would say no less. It is only that I want you to realise your good fortune before it is too late."
"But it is too late. If he's angry now he'll be furious when he knows. And unless I go away he will have to know."
"You shall not go away. And he must never know. He has suffered enough as it is——"
"Haven't I suffered just as much? You always think of him——"
"I am thinking of you both. How much is it that you still owe these Kresneys?"