He turned his head.

Her mouth was once more set and strained, a delicate streak of scarlet upon the pallor of her face, but from the fierce questioning of her eyes there was no escape.
"What is it you want to know that I have not told you, Ruth ?" he asked.
"Tell me what happened to you last night!" He laughed boisterously, but with a flagrant note of insincerity.
"Haven't I been telling you all the time ?" "You've kept something back," she panted, gripping his fingers frantically, "the greatest thing.

Speak about it.

Anything is better than this silence.

Don't you remember your promise before you went--you would tell me everything--everything! Well ?" Her words pierced the armor of his own self-deceit.