“What do you mean?” she stammered.
“Tell him what I have told you I expected from you as my due.”
“But I don’t understand why—why——”
“Tell him.”
“Why, you said, you said,” she faltered, “in case either of us found—no—no, this is too absurd——”
“Either of us found we had come to love another,” he took up; “go on.”
“That we should tell the other,” she said, hardly able to get the words out.
“Honestly and loyally,” he broke in, “and that there should be no restraint on this liberty of choice as there could be no deceit out of respect for the other. Is that right?”
She nodded, staring at his arms and great hands, fearing their brute strength.
“You did not tell that to Mr. Bowden,” he continued.