I'll tell you all about it." When she had finished, a long silence ensued.

Not that Stair was in any doubt as to what form his advice should take--idealist that he was, there did not seem to him to be any question in the matter.

He only hesitated as to how he could best word his counsel.
At last he spoke, very gently, his eyes lit with that inner radiance which gave such an arresting charm of expression to his face.
"My dear," he said, "it seems to me that if you love him you needs _must_ trust him.

'Perfect love casteth out fear.'" Diana shook her head.
"Mightn't you reverse that, Pobs, and say that he would trust _me_--if he loves me ?" "No, not necessarily." Alan sucked at his pipe.

"He knows what his secret is, and whether it is right or wrong for you to share it.