Then Silvette did a curious thing. She sat down at Mr. Rivett's desk and bent her head over the blotter, and sat so, with her small handkerchief against her eyes.
There was not a sound from her nor from Mr. Rivett.
For a long while she sat there, finally burying her face in her handkerchief and both hands.
Mr. Rivett bent over her presently.
"Silvette?"
She merely nodded in sign that she had heard him.
He said quietly: "You are in love with Jack."
She sat motionless.
"Your loyalty to honor deceived a very gentle heart," he said; "you loved him all the time."
