“No, John love. I should dearly like to know, of course;” (which her anxious face confirmed;) “but I wait until you can tell me of your own free will. You asked me if I could have perfect faith in you, and I said yes, and I meant it.”

It did not escape Bella’s notice that he began to look triumphant. She wanted no strengthening in her firmness; but if she had had need of any, she would have derived it from his kindling face.

“You cannot have been prepared, my dearest, for such a discovery as that this mysterious Mr. Handford was identical with your husband?”

“No, John dear, of course not. But you told me to prepare to be tried, and I prepared myself.”

He drew her to nestle closer to him, and told her it would soon be over, and the truth would soon appear. “And now,” he went on, “lay stress, my dear, on these words that I am going to add. I stand in no kind of peril, and I can by possibility be hurt at no one’s hand.”