"Yes!" with a groan. "Now you can understand its full terror. It menaces the son I love more than life. I thought to keep it from you; I tried to appear unchanged; but it seems I have failed miserably."
"And you will not tell me what this secret is?"
"I dare not! I would not have you suffer as I suffer."
"A moment ago you said I would laugh at it and you. Your terms are inconsistent, Sir Jasper."
"Spare me, Olivia!—I scarce know what I say—and do not be angry."
She drew her hands coldly and haughtily away from his grasp. She was a thoroughly proud woman, and his secrecy stung her.
"I am not angry, Sir Jasper. Keep your secret, if you will. I was foolish enough to fancy I had right to know of any danger that menaces my baby, but it appears I was mistaken. In half an hour the carriages will start for the church. You will find us all in the nursery."
She was sweeping proudly away in silent anger, but the baronet strode after her and caught her arm.
"You will know this!" he said, huskily. "Olivia, Olivia! you are cruel to yourself and to me, but you shall hear—part, at least. I warn you, however, you will be no happier for knowing."
"Go on," she said, steadily.