There will be no end of the good minister's wrath when he hears the story, my poor girl." Again the beautiful young stranger caught at his hands.
"He must never know!" she cried, incoherently.

"Promise me, by all you hold dear, that both you and your wife will keep my secret--will never reveal one word of what has happened this night." "It is not right that we should keep silent upon such an amazing procedure.

That would be letting escape the man who should be punished, if there is any law in the land to reach him for committing such a heinous crime." "I plead with you--I, who know best and am the one wronged, and most vitally interested, to utter no word that would cause the story to become blazoned all over the world.

Let me make my words a prayer to you both--to keep my pitiful secret." It was beyond human power to look into those beautiful violet eyes, drowned in the most agonized tears, and the white, terrified, anxious face, without yielding to her prayer.
"I do not know what good reason you may have for binding us to secrecy," he said, slowly and reluctantly, "but we cannot choose but to give you the promise--nay, the pledge--you plead for.

I can answer for my Mary as well as myself--the story of to-night's happenings shall never pass our lips until you give us leave to speak." "Thank you! Oh, I thank you a thousand times!" sobbed the girl.