She had discovered a secret--his secret.

For once in the towns he had let himself go.

She had a hope now that he could not move and that he knew it; he sat as still as his arm-chair.
"I had forgotten to tell you," she replied.

"I thought you might like to know beforehand." "Why should I like to know beforehand ?" She had his secret, he plied her with questions to know if she had it.
She must hide her knowledge.

Every instinct warned her to hide it.
"The people who are coming are strangers to India," she said, "but I have told them of you and they will come expectant." "You are very kind." She had spoken lightly and with a laugh.