“What is it? Is anything the matter?”
“I want your advice. I don’t—I don’t quite know what to do. You see, there’s nobody but you I can come to. I know I have no right—I have no claim upon you. You have been so good to me already. No other woman would have done what you have done. But you see, I promised never to—I can’t speak to anyone else. I might have gone to Dick Garstin perhaps. . . . I don’t know! But as it is I can’t speak to a soul but you.”
“Is it something about that man?”
“Yes. I’m afraid of him.”
“Why?”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mean to—I’m sure he won’t give me up easily. I know he won’t!”
“Sit down, Beryl.”
“Yes—may I?”
“Have you seen him?”
“Oh, no—no!”