"I ought to tell him," he said. "It is a duty. He stood to him almost in the position of a father, and, for Myra's sake, ought to know; and Heaven knows I want someone to advise me now." He changed his plans half a dozen times before he reached the square; but that of telling the admiral under a pledge of secrecy was in the ascendant when the cab drew up at the door. It was opened by Andrews. "The admiral in?" he asked. "Yes, sir, but he's asleep in the library. Miss Myra is in her chamber, sir--not very well to-night, but Miss Edith is in the drawing room." Guest went upstairs, and, upon entering, Edie rushed at him, when all his plans went for naught. "Oh, how long you have been," she panted, as she caught his hands. "Have you seen him?" "Yes." "Have you found out anything?" "Yes." "Is it dreadful?" "Too dreadful to tell you, dearest," he replied sadly. "Then I won't know," she said, with a sob. "Oh, my poor, darling Myra! She will die of a broken heart, I know, I know." Guest tried to comfort her, and she grew more calm. "It was good and honest of you to come straight to me, to tell me, Percy," she said, submitting to his embraces; and Guest felt horribly guilty, and wished he had not come. "It is dreadful, you say?" "Terrible, little one," he whispered. "Too terrible for me to know? Then I must not hear it, I suppose?" "No." "But you know it, Percy," she said piteously; "it's too terrible, then, for you." "I have been trying hard to find out the cause of his conduct." "And you have found it out now?" "Yes; and I'd give anything to be as ignorant as I was yesterday." "Oh, but, Percy, dear," she whispered excitedly, "I must know that." "I cannot--I dare not tell you." "Not tell me--and you said you loved me!" "As I do with all my heart." "Then you cannot keep anything from me." "I'll tell your uncle, and ask his opinion first." "No, no, Percy. I must know now--I must, indeed. No matter how terrible, you cannot keep it from me." "But it is like betraying the man whom I'd give anything to save." "Save? Save from what?" "Don't press me, dearest," he said tenderly. "Trust me that it is best for you not to know." "Percy, dear," she said gently, as she laid her hand upon his arm; "you can trust me. I always knew there must be something very terrible to make Mr Stratton behave toward poor Myra as he did, and you and I have been plotting and planning to find it out, in the hope that it would prove to be a trouble we could bridge over, and bring them together again. You have discovered it all then at last?" "Yes." "Then tell me." "I cannot--I dare not." Edie was silent for a few moments, as she sat gazing straight before her into the dimly lit back drawing room, her eyes suffused with tears, as she at last said in a whisper: "You asked me the other day if I would be your wife." "And you promised me an answer when I knew all," said Guest, cutting the ground from beneath his feet.