"Simply because you fear that a spiteful paragraph regarding us may appear in _Truth_, or some similar paper, and that your official chief may demand an explanation. Well, _mon cher_, I gave you credit for possessing the proverbial pluck and defiance of the Chisholms. It seems, however, that I was mistaken." He looked at her without making an immediate reply. He was thinking of what old Parsons had alleged on the previous night in regard to the mysterious Muriel. Should he mention it, or should he reserve to himself the knowledge of her inexplicable resolve to effect his marriage with an unknown girl? As became a discreet man, who dealt daily in the secrets of a nation, he reflected for a moment. He quickly came to the conclusion that silence, at least for the present, was the most judicious policy. He had once loved this woman, long ago in the golden days of youth, and their love had been of a purely platonic character. But during the past couple of years, now that she was released from the marital bond, Claudia's actions had exceeded all the bounds of discretion. And even now, when the silent passion which he had struggled against so long as merely a selfish and vain desire was conquered, he was, nevertheless, to a great extent still under the spell of her marvellous witchery. "I regret, Claudia, that you should upbraid me for speaking so frankly and for thus consulting our mutual interests," he said at last, as, crossing to the table and leaning against it easily, he regarded her with a melancholy expression upon his face. "We have been friends for a good many years; indeed, ever since you were a child and I was at college. Do you remember those days, long ago, when at Winchester we were boy and girl lovers? Do you remember?" he went on, advancing to her and placing his strong hand tenderly upon her shoulder. "Do you ever recall those sunny afternoons when we used to meet clandestinely, and go for long walks through the meadows round Abbots Barton in deadly terror of every one we met lest we should be recognised? Do you remember how, beneath the stars that sweet-scented night in July, we swore eternal friendship and eternal love?" She nodded in the affirmative, but no word passed the lips so tightly pressed together.