Therefore, my darling, I look very indulgently upon that girlish error, if I may call it by so grave a name.

Shall I tell you frankly, Marion, where you did wrong ?" "Yes," she replied, looking up at him with eyes that shone brightly through her tears.
"You did wrong in concealing anything from me," he continued.

"Rely upon it, my darling, the surest foundation for happiness in marriage is perfect trust.

A secret between husband and wife is like a worm in a bud, or a canker in fairest fruit; no matter if the telling of a secret should even provoke anger, it should always be told.

That shall be the last between us, Marion." She clung to him with caressing hands, thanking him, blessing him, and promising him that while she lived there should never more be any secrets between them.
Lord Atherton was quite right.