He knew her determination and her obstinate loyalty. But he was
fairly desperate.

"You know that if you don't tell me, I shall go to David?"

"If you go now you will kill him."

"It's as bad as that, is it?" he asked grimly. "Then there is
something shameful behind it, is there?"

"No, no, Dick. Not that. And I want you, always, to remember this.
What David did was out of love for you. He has made many sacrifices
for you. First he saved your life, and then he made you what you
are. And he has had a great pride in it. Don't destroy his work
of years."

Her voice broke and she turned to go out, her chin quivering, but
half way to the door he called to her.

"Aunt Lucy--" he said gently.

She heard him behind her, felt his strong arms as he turned her
about. He drew her to him and stooping, kissed her cheek.

"You're right," he said. "Always right. I'll not worry him with it.
My word of honor. When the time comes he'll tell me, and until it
comes, I'll wait. And I love you both. Don't ever forget that."

He kissed her again and let her go.