Who brought you ?" "What do you mean ?" asks Rylton, calmly enough, but with a change of colour.
"Ah! you will not betray her, but I know.

It was Mrs.Bethune.
Now"-- she goes nearer to him, her pretty, childish face transformed by grief and anger--"now, confess, it _was!"_ She draws back again.
"No," says she, sighing disconsolately.

"No, of course you would not tell.

But I," looking back at him reproachfully, _"I_--told _you--_things." "Many things," returns he coldly--unreasonably angry with her because of her allusion to Mrs.Bethune; "and hardly to your credit.
Why should you tell Mr.Hescott your secrets?
Why is he to be your confidant ?" "I have known Tom all my life." "Nevertheless, I object to him as a special friend for you.

I don't think married women should have special friends of the other sex.