Kate looked up again, fearlessly now.
“I mean just what I say.”
“You have told me nothing—yet,” the man repeated. “Then you have something—to tell me?”
Kate nodded and pushed Peter’s head aside almost roughly.
“The man I can care for, the man I marry must have no thought of hurt for Charlie Bryant in his mind.”
“Then you——”
Kate made a movement of impatience.
“Again, I mean just what I say—no more, no less.”
But it was Fyles’s turn to become impatient.
“Bryant—Charlie Bryant? It is always Charlie Bryant—before all things!”