And I am not sure that I ought to leave you alone.

If I do, will you promise me----" "That I won't try to kill myself in some other way?
I will promise you nothing of the sort; you don't know what you are asking.

But, as I said before, I don't want to detain you.

In fact, if you knew--what I am----" his voice faltered for a moment--"you would clear out without any urging on my part." There was a pause, then: "What are you ?" asked Celia, in a low voice.
"I am a forger," he replied, after another pause.
The colour left Celia's face, her lips quivered for a moment, but her eyes did not turn from him; and his eyes, after an attempt on his part to keep them steady, drooped before her intent gaze.
There was a silence which could be felt; then Celia said, very slowly, very quietly: "I don't believe you.".