"I suppose I mustn't ask what you were saying ?" It was impossible to answer this plainly without entering into explanations from which Romayne shrank.

He hesitated.
She turned over another photograph.

"I understand," she said.

"You were talking of my faults." She paused, and stole another look at him.

"I will try to correct my faults, if you will tell me what they are." Romayne felt that he had no alternative but to tell the truth--under certain reserves.