Then she was not to know.

She was to be ground between the millstones of four more dreadful days and nights.

She suddenly became aware, as she stared at Hugh's blanching face, that he believed she was about to dismiss him.
The thought had never entered her mind.
"Do you not know that I love you ?" she said, silently, to him, as he kissed her hand.
When he had left her a gleam of comfort came to her, the only gleam that lightened the days and nights that followed.

It was not his fault if he had made a half-confession.

If he had gone on, and had told her of the drawing of lots, and which had drawn the fatal lot, he would have been wanting in sense of honor.