Naturally I am anxious at the appearance of anything I do not understand." Clifton frowned.

We were quite alone.

Leaning forward, he touched my arm.
"Elwood," said he, "you've not been quite open with me." I smiled.

If half the bitterness and sorrow in my heart went into that smile, it must have been a sad and bitter one indeed.
"You have a right to reproach me," said I, "but not wholly.

I did not deceive you in essentials.