“Go away from Stanley Ryder,” said Montague. “He has no right to let you throw yourself away.”
“He has not let me, Allan,” said Lucy. “You must not blame him—I cannot bear it.” She stopped.
“Lucy,” he said, after a pause, “I saw that letter you wrote to Oliver.”
“I thought so,” said she. “I asked him not to. It wasn't fair—”
“Listen,” he said. “Will you tell me what that means? Will you tell me honestly?”
“Yes, I will tell you,” she said, in a low voice.
“I will help you if you are in trouble,” he continued; “but I will not help Stanley Ryder. If you are permitting him to use you—”
“Allan!” she gasped, in sudden excitement. “You don't think that he knew I wrote?”
“Yes, I thought it,” said he.
“Oh, how could you!” she cried.