It would be disloyal in the highest degree to do so.

Yet he hesitated, lest he might, after all, lose her, were she to be anxious about the future when at last she knew the facts.
And she waited for him to speak again, a little malicious in spite of herself.
In a very low voice he continued: "I have told a falsehood to your parents." "Yes, I know it," she said as she smiled.
"No, you do not know it; you could not possibly know it, for all that happened too long ago.

I only paint on glass for my own pleasure, and as a simple amusement; you really ought to be told of that." Then, with a quick movement, she put her hand on his mouth, as if she wished to prevent this explanation.
"I do not care to hear any more.

I have been expecting you.

I knew that sooner or later you would come, and you have done so.