I'll go with you, and, if your mother has something good for supper, I'll stay." But the girl did not respond to his light speech.

She sat very still by the window.

For a long, long time--ages it seemed to her, she had suffered in silent agony for her sin, feeling as if she were being smothered by her guilty secret.

She could not bring herself to tell it even to her mother.

How could she tell it to anyone eke, certainly not Dorian.