He felt that it would be treason to tell even her.

And besides, she would not keep the secret--what woman could, what daughter would?
It must go out of the world with him, if it was to be safe.

He glanced at her and saw her face ravaged by an hour's grief.

Yet she would not mourn Don John the less if she knew whose hand had done the deed.

It could make but a little difference to her, though to himself that difference would be great, if she knew that he died innocent.
And then began a struggle fierce and grim, that tore his soul and wounded his heart as no death agony could have hurt him.