He is your father's son. If you do not, when
all the truth is known, you will find no shelter from the storm that will
break over you."
"You will tell--the truth?"
"I do not know yet what I shall do," she answered. "It will depend on
you; but it is your duty to tell the truth, not mine. That does not
concern me; but to save Claridge Pasha does concern me."
"So I have known."
Her heart panted for a moment with a wild indignation; but she quieted
herself, and answered almost calmly: "If you refuse to do that which is
honourable--and human, then I shall try to do it for you while yet I bear
your name. If you will not care for your family honour, then I shall try
to do so. If you will not do your duty, then I will try to do it for
you." She looked him determinedly in the eyes. "Through you I have lost
nearly all I cared to keep in the world. I should like to feel that in
this one thing you acted honourably."
He sprang to his feet, bursting with anger, in spite of the inward
admonition that much that he prized was in danger, that any breach with
Hylda would be disastrous.
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