Delay may have its dangers.

You will hear strange things of me, as already I have warned you.

But be merciful.

Much will be true, much false; yet the truth itself is very vile, and--" I stopped short, in despair of explaining or even tempering what had to come.

I shrugged my shoulders in my abandonment of hope, and I turned towards the window.
She crossed the room and came to stand beside me.
"Will you not tell me?
Have you no faith in me?
Ah, Monsieur de Lesperon--" "'Sh! child, I cannot.