"What did he say, when you told him that?"
"He said it didn't matter in the very least."
"I knew he would."
"He said, in fact, that nothing mattered."
"What did you say then?"
"Nothing. What could I say?"
She looked at him, trying to see deep into his design, trusting him no further than she saw.
"Look here, Kitty, I think you're making a mistake, even from your own point of view. You ought to tell him."
"I—can't."
"You must. He's such an awfully decent chap, you can't let him in for marrying you without telling him." That was his point and he meant to stick to it. "It's what you might call playing it low down on a guileless and confiding man. Isn't it?"