You won't tell him?
Promise, Allegro!" "Who, dear ?" Olga asked the question though she knew the inevitable answer.

She was becoming seriously uneasy, though she sought to reassure herself with the thought that Violet's nerves were of the high-strung order and could scarcely have failed to suffer from the strain they had undergone.
Violet answered her with obvious impatience.

"Why, Max, of course! Who else?
Promise you won't tell him, Allegro!" "Tell him what, dear ?" questioned Olga.
Violet started up from her bed and sprang to the open door.

She closed it and stood facing Olga with arms outstretched across it.

Her breath came pantingly through dilated nostrils.
"You're not to tell him--not to tell him--what I have just told you.