"To-morrow?"
"Certainly."
She said, wistfully: "May I trust in you?"
"Yes. Tell me that you trust me."
"I trust you," she said; and laid the pistol in his hands.
His face altered subtly. "I did not mean in that way," he said.
"How could I trust you more?"
"With—yourself."
"That is a—lesser trust," she said faintly. "It is for you that I have been afraid."
He saw the colour deepen in her cheeks, looked, bit his lip in silence.