“Yes—certainly.”
“You would not betray her?”
“No.”
“I don’t mean for money; I mean from fear.”
After a moment, and, avoiding his gaze: “I am afraid of death,” she said very simply.
He waited.
“I—I don’t know what I might do—being afraid,” she added in a troubled voice. “I desire to—live.”
He still waited.
She lifted her eyes: “I’d try not to betray my country,” she murmured.
“Try to face death for your country’s honour?”