“I would not speak of sad matters on my wedding-day. There is naught to tell.” She added the last sentence with swift vehemence.
“There is much to tell,” he said gravely. “I am your lover—soon your husband. Before that time, tell me the secret which rests between us now. If there is no truth in that woman, reassure my doubts.”
“Can love and doubt exist together?”
“If you loved me, you would trust me,” he replied gravely, ignoring her question.
She threw her head back with a swift, brave motion.
“Do you truly love me?”
“With all my heart.”
“You love Sado-ko?”
He did not answer.
“Ah, how blind you have been,” she said, “that Sado-ko could make you think she were other than herself. It was a strange test of your love, Junzo.”