"Richard," she said, "why could you not have told the truth about the knife, and not forced me to this?
Why could you not ?" The boy looked aside from her doggedly.

"I don't know what you mean about a knife," said he, but his voice shook.
"Yes, you do know, Richard! It is all over now.

I must marry Lot.

I have promised.

I shall not try to escape it--I shall not try again to make people believe it was I.If you were to tell the truth now it would do no good.