"Yes.

I'll tell you.

If it is wrong for me to tell, then let it be wrong.

I'm sick of mystery and secrets and signals and suspense, and--oh, I'm sick of it all! And it's--it's splendid of you to want to help me, after what has happened to you through meeting me! It's your right to know." She paused for breath.

And again Gavin wondered at his own inability to feel a single throb of gladness at having come so triumphantly to the end of this particular road.