She was smiling as she worked.
"Yes," she went on; "you have told me your secret--a secret.

But I have the other, too; the secret you have not told me, mon ami.

I have had it always." "Ah ?" "The secret that you do not love me," said Juliette, in her little wise, even voice; "that you have never loved me.

Ah! You think we do not know.
You think that I am too young.

But we are never too young to know that, to know all about it.