Nor was he wrong.

Her next words told him it was her white flag of surrender.
"I believe the spoken truth is best," she said simply in a low voice which ever so slightly trembled.

"Unspoken and yet known by both of us, I think it would breed thoughts and humours we are best without.
Unspoken our eyes would question, each to other, at every meeting; there would be no health in our thoughts.

But here's the truth out, and I am glad--in whichever way you find its consequence." She stood before him with her head bent.

She made no movement save with her hands, which worked together slowly and gently.
"In whichever way--I-- ?" repeated Wogan.
"Yes," she answered.