"A woman should not always be asked for reasons, Mr. Royson," said she
lightly.
"In the graver events of life one wishes for them, nevertheless."
"Perhaps we are deviating from the chief issue," she countered. "If
only I could persuade grandad that he is being wilfully misled, things
might go as I wish. Can't you help, Mr. Royson?"
Then she turned her face to his, and the temptation that had gripped
him many a time of late came back with an intensity that was almost
unendurable. He did not flinch from her steadfast eyes. Though the path
of honor was steep and straight he must tread it to the end.
"If I tell your grandfather what little I know of these people I break
my word," he said harshly. "That is the only reply I can make, Miss
Fenshawe. May I add the ignoble argument that any such breach of faith
on my part would probably be useless? You ought to sympathize with me."
"Why?" she said coldly.
"Because it is not often that a man is tortured as I am by a conflict
between duty and--and desire.
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