"What shall I do?" she asked hopelessly.
"You must tell Norman."
"Oh!"
"Make a clean breast of it."
"You do not know Norman! How can I? He would despise me so! You do not know how proud he is. He--!" Words failed her, and she stared at Keith helplessly.
"If I do not know Norman, I know no one on earth. Go to him and tell him everything. It will be the happiest day of his life--your salvation and his."
"You think so?"
"I know it."
She relapsed into thought, and Keith waited.
"I was to see Fer--Mr. Wickersham to-night," she began presently. "He asked me to supper to meet some friends--the Count and Countess Torelli."