“But you ought to say more. You”—
“I cannot,” I replied.
“You have no right to”—But here a servant entered, with a card.
“Dr. Hartzmann,” you announced, when the man had gone, “I wrote Mr. Whitely yesterday afternoon, asking him to call this evening, with the intention of accepting his offer of marriage. He is now in the drawing-room, and unless you will have the fairness, the honesty, to explain what you meant, I shall tell him all that has occurred, and give him the opportunity to force you to speak.”
“I shall only repeat to him, Miss Walton, what I have said to you.”
You stood a moment looking at me, with a face blazing with indignation; then you exclaimed, “You at least owe it to him not to run away while I am gone!” and passed into the drawing-room.
You returned very soon, followed by Mr. Whitely.
“Dr. Hartzmann,” you asked, “will you repeat what you said last night to me?”
“I advised you not to marry Mr. Whitely, Miss Walton.”
“And you will not say why?” you demanded.