"Won't you trust me ?" he said.

"I didn't fail you last time, did I ?" She thrilled in answer to those words.

It was as if thereby he had flung down all barriers between them.

She stood for a moment in indecision, then impulsively she turned and grasped his arms.
"I trust you--absolutely," she told him, tremulously.

"But--but--though I know you don't like him--promise me--you won't let--Fletcher be hurt!" He, too, was silent for a moment before responding.