She could hardly explain it to herself why she told him at the
present moment. It came partly from jealousy, as though she had
said to herself, 'Though he may neglect me, he shall know that
there is someone else who does not;'--and partly from an eager
half-angry feeling that she would have nothing concealed. There
were moments with her in which she thought that she could arrange
her future life in accordance with certain wise rules over which
her heart should have no influence. There were others, many
others, in which her feelings completely got the better of her.
And now she told herself that she would be afraid of nothing.
There should be no deceit, no lies!
'He went to see you at Grex?' said Silverbridge.
'Why should he not have come to me at Grex?'
'Only it is so odd that he did not mention it. It seems to me that
he is always having secrets with you of some kind.'
'Poor Frank! There is no one else who would come to see me at
that tumble-down old place. But I have another thing to say to
you. You have behaved badly to me.
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