And you might have seen how much more to your advantage it was to keep a thing like that quiet." Unwonted mental disturbance was playing tricks with Polly's complexion.
She evidently feared to compromise herself, and at the same time desired to know all that was in her companion's mind.
"What business is it of yours ?" was the crude phrase that at length fell from her lips, uttered half-heartedly, between resentment and jesting.
"Well, there's the point," replied Gammon, with a laugh.

"Queer thing, but it just happens to be particular business of mine." Polly stared.

He nodded.
"There's such a thing, Polly, as going halves in a secret.

I've been wondering these last few days whether I should tell you or not.

But we're getting on so well together--eh?
Better than I expected, for one.
I shouldn't feel I was doing right, Polly, if I took any advantage of you." She was growing excited.