"Child," he said at last, "you will do yourself harm. Has he brought on this state of the nerves that he talks about? And in what possible way?"
"Don't talk about it, Endy!—" said Faith struggling for self-command—"I am foolish—and wrong—and weak. I'll tell you another time."—But Faith's head kept its position.
"Do you think I can wait, to know what has made my coming home such a tearful affair?"
"Yes. Because it's all over now."
"What is over?"
"All—that you wouldn't like."
"Faith, you talk in perfect riddles!—It is well that what I can see of this very pale little face is less puzzling. Did you tell Dr. Harrison of your claim upon me?"
"What?—" she said looking up.
"Well.—You know what that claim is. Did you tell him, Faith?"
Her eyes fell again. "Yes—at least—I shewed him my ring."