“It doesn’t matter a scrap to me, but it’s a damnable thing for you,” said he.
“What answer would you make?”
“A clean breast of everything. Could you wish me to do anything else?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Give me time to think.”
“My time is yours, Olivia.”
She paused for a moment irresolute. There was a question she wished to put, but the thought of it made her feel sick and faint again.
“You’ll not do anything foolish, till I see you?”
“Nor anything wise,” said he. “I promise.”
Again there came between them a long embarrassed silence. At last——
“Good night,” she said.