“You hinted as much in town: rightly or wrongly I gathered there was something you would never speak about to living man.”
I turned from him with a groan.
“Ah! but that had nothing to do with Santos.”
“Are you sure?” he cried.
“No,” I murmured; “it had something to do with him, in a sense; but don’t ask me any more.” And I leaned my forehead on the high oak mantel-piece, and groaned again.
His hand was upon my shoulder.
“You hinted as much in town: rightly or wrongly I gathered there was something you would never speak about to living man.”
I turned from him with a groan.
“Ah! but that had nothing to do with Santos.”
“Are you sure?” he cried.
“No,” I murmured; “it had something to do with him, in a sense; but don’t ask me any more.” And I leaned my forehead on the high oak mantel-piece, and groaned again.
His hand was upon my shoulder.
