She flushed faintly, with distress.
“Yes, one person—one only.”
Leech sprang to her and seized her roughly.
“And he? Who is he?”
“Dr. Cary. I told him when I thought I was dying. He will not tell.”
He gave a cry of rage.
“He! I’d rather have had anyone else know it.” He flung her from him roughly and stood for a moment lost in thought. His countenance cleared up. If Dr. Cary had promised not to tell, he knew he would not do so, if his life hung on it.
When he spoke it was in a somewhat changed voice.
“Remember, you have sworn that you will never mention it again to a soul, and that you will never come near me again as long as you live!”
“Yes.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, interlacing her fingers. “Oh, John!” she gasped, and then her voice failed her.