"Do you not trust a French Sister of Charity sufficiently to tell her?"
"What man would not trust a daughter of St. Vincent de Paul?" he said pleasantly.
"Then tell me. Perhaps I already guess. Has it to do with your knowledge of German advertisements?"
He was silent.
"You are evidently a British agent." Her deep, grey eyes grew more earnest. "You are more!" she said, clasping her hands with sudden conviction. "I suspected it the first time I saw you——"
"Please do not say to anybody what it is that you suspect——"
"You are a British officer!" she exclaimed.
"Sister Eila; you could do me much harm by mentioning to others this belief of yours, or anything concerning this affair. And—do you remember that you once said you trusted me?"
"I said it—yes."
"Do you still have confidence in me?"