“What do you mean by the past?” she inquired, with just a touch of indignation.
“There are several questions I have put to you which you have refused to answer,” I replied. “The light which you could throw upon two or three points, now in obscurity, might lead me to a knowledge of the whole truth.”
She sighed, as though the burden of her thoughts oppressed her.
“I have told you all I can,” she answered.
“No; you have told me all you dare. Is not that a more truthful way of putting it?”
She nodded, but made no response.
“You have feared to tell me of the one fact concerning yourself which has, in my belief, the greatest bearing upon your perilous situation.”
“And what is that?”
“The fact that you are married!”
Her face blanched to the lips, her hands trembled and for a moment my words held her dumb.