“I am glad you have told me,” I said. “The incident is certainly curious, judged in connexion with the unusual phenomena of last night.”
“Yes, but I ought not to have told you,” she said slowly. “Nora will be very angry.”
“Why?”
“Because she made me promise to tell absolutely no one,” she answered, with a faint sharpness in her voice. There were loss and woe in those words of hers.
“What motive had she in preserving your secret?” I asked, surprised. “Surely she is—”
My love interrupted me.
“No, do not let us discuss her motives or her actions; she is my friend. Let us not talk of the affair any more, I beg of you.”
She was pale as death, and it seemed as though a tremor ran through all her limbs.
“But am I not also your friend, Miss Wynd?” I asked in deep seriousness.
“I—I hope you are.”