She told me so herself.

She wept.

She put her beautiful arms round my neck and sobbed on my shoulder." I found myself reproving him gently.

"You should not have told me this, my dear Professor.

Such confidences are locked up in the heart of _un galant homme_, and are not revealed even to his dearest friend." But my voice sounded hollow in my own ears, and what he said for the next few minutes I do not remember.