Henceforward I have done with mystery.

_I_ will never have a secret from her, nor she from you.' He took Aunt Becky's hand.

'Am I, too, forgiven ?' He held it for a second, and then kissed it.
Aunt Becky smiled, with one of her pleasant little blushes, and looked down on the carpet, and was silent for a moment; and then, as they afterwards thought a little oddly, she said, 'That censor must be more severe than I, who would say that concealment in matters of the heart is never justifiable; and, indeed, my dear,' she added, quite in a humble way, 'I almost think you were right.' Aunt Becky's looks and spirits had both improved from the moment of this _eclaircissement_.

A load was plainly removed from her mind.

Let us hope that her comfort and elation were perfectly unselfish.