It was but by a foot or two, but still there was a sign of separation which instantly made itself palpable to her.
'Wrong, how wrong ?' she said, following him and clinging to him.

'You do not suppose that I would go to him because I think you wrong?
Do you not know that whatever might come I should cling to you?
What is he to me compared to you?
No; I will never speak to him about it.' He returned her caress with fervour, and stroked her hair, and kissed her forehead.

'My dearest! my own! my darling! But what I mean is that if some other man's opinion on this subject is necessary to your comfort, you may go to him.' 'No other man's opinion shall be necessary to me about anything.

I will not speak about it to Robert, or to any one.

But if more should come of it, you will tell me ?' 'You shall know everything that comes.