It all came out when we were in there, and thought we were going to die.

Not ten minutes ago the minister was here, and he made us man and wife." Words of gladness that sprang to the old man's lips were stopped by that strange, cold, tense look in the face of John Aldous.
"And in the last five minutes," continued Aldous, as quietly as before, "I have learned that Mortimer FitzHugh, her husband, is not dead.

Is it very remarkable that you do not find me happy, Mac?
If you had come a few minutes ago----" "Oh, my God! Johnny! Johnny!" MacDonald had pitched forward over the table, and now he bowed his great shaggy head in his hands, and his gaunt shoulders shook as his voice came brokenly through his beard.
"I did it, Johnny; I did it for you an' her! When I knew what it would mean for her--I _couldn't_, Johnny, I couldn't tell her the truth, 'cause I knew she loved you, an' you loved her, an' it would break her heart.

I thought it would be best, an' you'd go away together, an' nobody would ever know, an' you'd be happy.

I didn't lie.