Oh! I bear no ill-will...." She broke off and looked at him, with a gay laugh, in which there was certainly no note of ill-will to be detected.
"But it is as well," she went on, "as you say, that we should understand each other.

Thank you for telling me your secret--the one you have told me.

I am flattered at that mark of your confidence.

A woman is always glad to be told a secret, and immediately begins to anticipate the pleasure she will take in telling it to others, in confidence." She looked up for a moment from her work; for Loo had given a short laugh.

She looked, to satisfy herself that it was not the ungenerous laugh that nine men out of ten would have cast at her; and it was not.
For Loo was looking at her with frank amusement.
"Oh, yes," she said; "I know that, too.