You have been good--oh! so good to me! And I should tell you things; you are expecting me to explain.

It is only fair and honest that I should.

I know what is in your mind, and I only want you to wait--until to-morrow.

Will you?
And I will tell you then, when we have found the grave." Involuntarily his hand sought Joanne's.

For a single moment he felt the warm, sweet thrill of it in his own as he pressed it more closely to his arm.