“Yes, child.”
Garlotte dared not look into Igraine’s face; her lips were twitching, and her eyes were hot with tears.
“I do not know,” she faltered.
“Think, child, think!”
“I should not tell him.”
In half a breath she had contradicted herself with a little gasp.
“Yes, yes, I should tell him.”
“The truth?”
“Because I should not be happy even with him if I were acting a lie.”