Leaving the foot of the bed, he went and sat down in the arm-chair, where the dimity curtain screened Damaris from his, and him from Damaris' sight.
"Commissioner Sahib," she began, her voice grave and low, "it has come back to me--the thing I had to ask you, but it is very hard to say.

If it makes you angry, please try to forgive me--because it does hurt me to ask you.

It hurts me through and through.

Only I can't speak of it.

I oughtn't just to leave it.