"Basil—he does not know."
"What does he not know?"
"About the letters or anything. He has never heard—never a word from me."
"There was an understanding between you before he went away?"
"Oh yes!"
Both were silent again for a time; silent and still. Then Diana spoke timidly:
"Do you think it would be wrong for him to know?"
Her husband delayed his answer a little; truly, if Diana had something to suffer, so had he; and I suppose there was somewhat of a struggle in his own mind to be won through; however, the answer when it came was a quiet negative.
"May I write and tell him?"
He bent down and kissed her fingers as he replied—"I will."