"Harriet!"
"I can not." She turned deathly white as she said it. "Never, Everard! There is a secret, but a secret I can never reveal, even to you. Don't ask me—don't! If you ever loved me, try and trust me now!"
There was a blank pause. She tried to clasp him, but he held her sternly off.
"One question more: You knew this secret before you married me?"
"I did."
"For how long?"
"For a year."
"And that picture the American showed you is a picture you know."
She looked up at him, a wild startled light in her great gray eyes.
"How do you know that?"