"I think so much of you!"
"How much do you think of me? Enough to warrant my telling you a thing like that?—always supposing I'd done it, of course, which I don't admit."
"Yes."
"It would be next door to murder, you know. A man wouldn't be safe to confess a murder except to his wife."
"Oh!—well, tell me, then."
"You mean that?"
She nodded.
"Sure?"
"Yes, yes. Tell me."
"Ah!" said Gardiner, with an exultant laugh, "when you're my wife, I will!"