There is such a lot that only a woman understands." "Yes!" grunted Steinmetz; "and only the right sort of woman." Paul looked up sharply.
"You must leave that to me," he said.
"My very dear friend, I leave every thing to you." Paul smiled.
There was no positive proof that this was not strictly true.

There was no saying that Karl Steinmetz did not leave every thing to every-body.
But wise people thought differently.
"You don't know Etta," he said, half shyly.

"She is full of sympathy and pity for these people." Steinmetz bowed gravely.
"I have no doubt of it." "And yet you say that she must not be told." "Certainly not.

A secret is considerably strained if it be divided between two people.

Stretching it to three will probably break it.