“And you’ve chosen—?”
“Sir Tiglath, because he’s the only one I know. Once, I confess, I thought of you.”
“Of me!”
“Yes, but of course I didn’t really know you then.”
She looked at him with genuine regard. The Prophet scarcely knew whether to feel delighted or distressed.
“Now, you see, Mr. Vivian, if Sir Tiglath found out for certain that I was Miss Minerva, he might discover my double life, and if he did that, he is so sensible that I am sure he would never speak to me again, and I could not fulfil my vow to dear Mrs. Bridgeman.”
“I quite see.”
“Nor my other vow to myself.”
“Which one?”
“Oh, never mind.”