“No; please don’t ask me. I could make up an excuse—lie to you, but—I shouldn’t like to tell you even the most innocent fib. So please don’t ask. All I can tell you,” she said, looking up at him as he stood beside her, “is that I had a very good reason.” Their eyes met fully, and she dropped hers quickly and turned away. “I went down to see you last night—just after you had left,” he said. “I—well, I wanted you to help me.” “To help you? How could I help you?” “We’re a helpless couple,” he answered, laughing nervously. Then he drew up a chair close to hers, so that he could see her face. “Yes, you can help me, and it’s just possible I can help you. You remember when I came down to see you that afternoon, and you told me something about your life and how—bad it was for you. I’ve never forgotten what you told me. It’s made me a good deal unhappy.” “I don’t know why I told you,” she said doubtfully; “I suppose because you were the only person I knew who I thought could understand. I didn’t mean to worry you.” “I’m very glad you did tell me. But something you _did_ worried me very much—your not coming to see me. It made me angry at first and then miserable, especially as you didn’t write to say why you hadn’t been able to come.” “I tried to write but I couldn’t.” “Couldn’t? What do you mean?” he asked keenly. “Just, I couldn’t. Don’t ask me any more.” “You _couldn’t_ come to see me—you _couldn’t_ write to me? I don’t understand.” “I—can’t explain. But—you were telling me about yourself?” “You care to hear?” “Of course I do.” “When I went down to see you last night it seemed as if it would be so easy; now, somehow I can’t say what I want.” “Is it something I can do for you?” “Yes—yes—look here, come down to the studio now. I’ll start that picture, and while I work you can talk. Then we’ll lunch there, and talk some more and see if we can’t put things a bit straight. Will you come?” Little as he had said, his manner had conveyed an assurance to her that she would quickly gain her object, and it required all her self-restraint to enable her to conceal her relief and triumph. She did not reply to him immediately, looking into the fire as though she were thinking over what he had said, in reality waiting until she felt sure of her voice and eyes. The conversation of the last few minutes had shown him to be her captive and that the life she had been dreaming of was now about to become a reality. She stood up as she answered him—— “I’ll come; it will do me good. You’ve been awfully kind to me.”