“One’s actions often betray one’s heart. Yours have done,” she replied. “But I would warn you that love with Beryl is a dangerous game.”
“Dangerous! I don’t understand you.”
“I mean that you must not love her. It is impossible.”
“Why impossible?”
“For one simple and very good reason,” she responded. Then, looking straight in my face, she added, “Could you, Doctor, keep a secret if I told you one?”
“I think I could. It would not be the first one I’ve kept.”
“Well, it is for the sake of your own happiness that I tell you this,” she said. “You will promise never to breathe a word to her if I tell you.”
“I promise, of course.”
She hesitated, with her dark eyes fixed upon mine. Then she said, in a low voice—
“Beryl is already married.”