Do you mind telling me what happened on the night I was taken ill ?" She felt a burning blush rush up to her face and neck before she could check it.

It was impossible to attempt to hide her distress from him.
She forced herself to speak before it overwhelmed her.

"I would rather not discuss it or think of it.

You were not yourself, and I--and I--" "And you ?" said Monck, his voice suddenly sunk very low.
She commanded herself with a supreme effort.

"I wish to forget it," she said with firmness.
He was silent for a moment or two.