She forgives anything but that.
She will be our friend; she will never forsake us, Evan, if we do not deceive her.

Oh, Evan! it never is of any use.

But deceive her, and she cannot forgive you.

It is not in her nature.' Evan paused before he replied: 'You have only to tell her what I have told you.

You know everything.' Rose gave him a flying look of pain: 'Everything, Evan?
What do I know ?' 'Ah, Rose! do you compel me to repeat it ?' Bewildered, Rose thought: 'Have I slept and forgotten it ?' He saw the persistent grieved interrogation of her eyebrows.
'Well!' she sighed resignedly: 'I am yours; you know that, Evan.' But he was a lover, and quarrelled with her sigh.
'It may well make you sad now, Rose.' 'Sad?
no, that does not make me sad.