He was just a person who--who had to come.
You are not cross with me," she asked, lifting her eyes a little timidly to mine, "that there are some things which I do not tell you ?" "No, I am not cross!" I answered slowly.

"Only, if you felt it possible," I added, "to give me your entire confidence, it seems to me that it would be better.

I will ask you to believe," I continued, "that I am not merely a curious person.

I am--well, more than a little interested." She held out both her hands and raised her eyes to mine.

Through the filmy lace of her veil I could see that they were very soft, almost as though tears were gathering there.
"Oh! I do believe you, Capitaine Rotherby," she said, "and I would be very, very happy if I could tell you now all the things which trouble me, all the things which I do not understand! But I may not.