She shook her head.
“Worse,” said she.
Then, as if to assure me that she had not lost her reason, she recalled the months which had just gone and described, as I could not, the change in our home, our life, ourselves.
“It is for you!” she broke out finally, as if she were no longer able to be calm. “For you and for our future I am begging you to do what I ask.”
“Tell me this,” said I, stirred by seeing her tremble so violently. “Has something come to you out of the past?”
“Yes,” she said, reaching behind her for the wall. “Ask nothing more. It has come out of the old, old past. For the love of all that is good, promise to do as I say.”
“Come back to me. I shall be here—then.”
I bowed my head.
“On your word of honor,” she commanded.