“Forgive me! Frank, forgive me! I will tell you everything. You shall know the truth; believe me.”
“Why did you not tell me the truth long ago; then this degrading trial would have been avoided,” I said, bitterly.
“Because I could not, until this afternoon.”
“Not when my life was at stake?”
She shook her head seriously, replying, “No, it was impossible.”
Was I still being duped? Those were the only words that beat a constant and painful tattoo in my brain.
“Tell me,” I said, laying my hand upon her shoulder, “tell me the reason why you have kept this secret of yours till now?”
“Hark!” she said, listening intently.
I could hear nothing beyond the roar of the traffic in Trafalgar Square.
She crossed quickly to the window, and flinging aside the curtains, opened it.