Miss Assher was not unwilling to be led back or to listen, but she retained her cold and haughty expression.
'Can you not trust me, Beatrice?
Can you not believe me, although there may be things I am unable to explain ?' 'Why should there be anything you are unable to explain?
An honourable man will not be placed in circumstances which he cannot explain to the woman he seeks to make his wife.

He will not ask her to _believe_ that he acts properly; he will let her _know_ that he does so.

Let me go, sir.' She attempted to rise, but he passed his hand round her waist and detained her.
'Now, Beatrice dear,' he said imploringly, 'can you not understand that there are things a man doesn't like to talk about--secrets that he must keep for the sake of others, and not for his own sake?
Everything that relates to myself you may ask me, but do not ask me to tell other people's secrets.

Don't you understand me ?' 'O yes,' said Miss Assher scornfully, 'I understand.

Whenever you make love to a woman--that is her secret, which you are bound to keep for her.
But it is folly to be talking in this way, Captain Wybrow.