"The truth," she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. "Well----"
She stopped short. He looked at her in some embarrassment.
"Forgive me," he said, "but I want to hear it from your sister. It is
her duty to tell me, and I would not have her think that I had been
trying to work upon your sympathies to learn her secrets."
She was silent.
"You will go and see her," he begged.
"Yes, I will go," she promised, with a queer little smile. "It is
against my husband's orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be
particularly glad to see me. But I will go."
"I shall always be grateful to you," he declared.
"Don't be too sure of that," she answered enigmatically.