'Please!—You do know!'
This remark appeared to add to her distress. She made a quick little gesture.
'Oh, no, I don't mean—not that I want you to——'
'Not so loud! Quick! Please go!'
'But it's so terribly hard for you. I can't bear—I can't bear to think of your having to—people just mustn't know about it, that's all! We've got to do something. She mustn't—You see, I love you, and....
Their eyes met.
A deep dominating voice came from the doorway.
'You had better go to your room, Cicely,' it said.
They turned like guilty children.
Cicely flushed, then quietly went.