"But if she did not tell you that I wanted to marry her for the sake of her money, and that she refused me indignantly and scornfully (you need neither start nor blush; nor yet need you prick your trembling fingers with your needle. That is the plain truth, whether you like it or not)--if such was not the subject of her august confidences, on what point did they turn? You say you talked the whole night through; what about?"
"About things we never thoroughly discussed before, intimate friends as we have been; but you hardly expect I should tell you?"
"Yes, yes, Cary; you will tell me. You said we were friends, and friends should always confide in each other."
"But you are sure you won't repeat it?"
"Quite sure."
"Not to Louis?"

"But if she did not tell you that I wanted to marry her for the sake of her money, and that she refused me indignantly and scornfully (you need not blush; that is the plain truth) - if such was not the subject of her confidences, what was? You say you talked the whole night through; what about?"
"About things we never thoroughly discussed before; but you hardly expect I should tell you?"
"Yes, Cary; you said we were friends, and friends should always confide in each other."
"But you are sure you won't repeat it? Not even to Louis?"
