I'd rather that anybody was mixed up in my affairs--your affairs--than Pemberton Bryce!" "So would I!" she said.

"But--" She paused there a moment and then looked appealingly at Ransford.
"I do wish you'd tell me--what you promised to tell me," she said.

"You know what I mean--about me and Dick.

Somehow--I don't quite know how or why--I've an uneasy feeling that Bryce knows something, and that he's mixing it all up with--this! Why not tell me--please!" Ransford, who was still marching about the room, came to a halt, and leaning his hands on the table between them, looked earnestly at her.
"Don't ask that--now!" he said.

"I can't--yet.