"He will not find it out from me.

He will not find anything out from me.

He is just the kind of man to break his heart, to crumple up like a burnt glove, and come to the end of all things, even life, if he were to discover that any of his treasures, anything that he loved and trusted in, is a sham and a fraud." His eyes looked straight into hers as he spoke, his hand rested lightly on her sleeve.

She sucked in her breath suddenly, a brief pallor chased the roses from her cheeks, a brief confusion sat momentarily upon her.
She appeared to hesitate, then looked away and laughed uneasily.
"I don't think I quite grasp what you mean, Mr.Rickaby," she said.
"Don't you ?" he made answer.

"Then I will tell you--some time--to-morrow, perhaps.