And David must not even feel the suspicion
in her own mind, that Nahoum knew or suspected the truth. If David
thought that Nahoum knew, the end of all would come at once. It was
clear, however, that Nahoum meant to be silent, or he would have taken
another course of action. Danger lay in every direction, but, to her
mind, the least danger lay in following Nahoum's wish.
She slowly raised her veil, showing a face very still now, with eyes as
steady as David's. David started at her action, he thought it rash; but
the courage of it pleased him, too.
"You are not mistaken," she said slowly in French; "your brother was
known to me. I had met him in England. It will be a relief to all his
friends to know that he passed away peacefully." She looked him in the
eyes determinedly. "Monsieur Claridge is not my kinsman, but he is my
fellow-countryman. If you mean well by monsieur, your knowledge and your
riches should help him on his way. But your past is no guarantee of good
faith, as you will acknowledge."
He looked her in the eyes with a far meaning.
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