He turned again towards her.
‘Then will you be honest with me? It is the last and only thing I shall ask of you.’
‘I—I will try,’ she answered in a broken voice.
‘You will!’
‘Yes; if you will listen to me patiently.’
She sank into a chair, and covered her face with her hands. He stood watching her, and saw that her thin, white, trembling fingers were wet with tears.
‘Promise,’ she said, ‘that what I am about to say to you shall never be told to any other living soul.’
‘I promise.’
‘Not even to my brother.’
‘Not even to him.’