Not that it was necessary to tell him, for, with that weird penetration, acuteness, of his, he guessed it the moment he saw me, when I came back from you." "I don't mind his knowing," said Celia.

"I don't mind anyone knowing; I'm so proud, so happy!" Derrick bit his lip and was silent for a moment; then he said reluctantly, hesitatingly, "Celia, will you mind if I ask you, if I tell you that--that there are reasons why I want our engagement, our coming marriage, to be kept secret.

Secret between us three." She looked up at him with slight surprise in her eyes; then she said, after a momentary pause, "I do not mind.

I am sure there are good reasons----" "Which I'd tell you, I want to tell you," he broke in, frowning; "but I can't.

It's a question of honour----" She put her hand on his lips.