Mrs.Markland was startled as well by the words of her daughter as by the strange expression of her countenance.
"Trust me?
What do you mean by such words ?" she answered.
"If I tell you a secret, will you, at least for a little while, keep it in your own heart." "Keep it from whom ?" "From father." "You frighten me, my child! What have you to do with a secret that must be kept from your father!" "I did not desire its custody." "If it concerns your own or your father's welfare, so much the more is it imperative on you to speak to him freely.

No true friend could lay upon you such an obligation, and the quicker you throw it off the better.

What is the nature of this secret ?" "I cannot speak unless you promise me." "Promise what ?" "To conceal from father what I tell you." "I can make no such promise, Fanny." "Then I am bound hand and foot," said the poor girl, in a distressed voice.
A long silence followed.

Then the mother used argument and persuasion to induce Fanny to unbosom herself.

But the effort was fruitless.
"If you promise to keep my secret for a single week, I will speak," said the unhappy girl, at length.
"I promise," was reluctantly answered.
"You know," answered Fanny, "it was rumored that Mr.Lyon had returned from the South while father was in New York." She did not look up at her mother as she said this.
"Yes." Mrs.Markland spoke eagerly.
"It is true that he was here." "And you saw him ?" "Yes.