He started by and by as if he were just then awakened, and asked who that was, and what was the matter?

“Tom, have you anything to tell me? If ever you loved me in your life, and have anything concealed from everyone besides, tell it to me.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Loo. You have been dreaming.”

“My dear brother:” she laid her head down on his pillow, and her hair flowed over him as if she would hide him from everyone but herself: “is there nothing that you have to tell me? Is there nothing you can tell me if you will? You can tell me nothing that will change me. O Tom, tell me the truth!”

“I don’t know what you mean, Loo!”