In addition, she must answer honestly.
"There is nothing," she replied, and as firmly as before, "nothing in the world which I wish for so earnestly as that you and I should marry." It was an honest wish, and it was honestly spoken.

She knew nothing of the conversation which had passed between Harry Feversham and Lieutenant Sutch in the grill-room of the Criterion Restaurant; she knew nothing of Harry's plans; she had not heard of the Gordon letters recovered from the mud-wall of a ruined house in the city of the Dervishes on the Nile bank.

Harry Feversham had, so far as she knew and meant, gone forever completely out of her life.

Therefore her wish was an honest one.

But it was not an exact answer to Durrance's question, and she hoped that again he would listen to the intonation, rather than to the words.