And then I want
you, without my asking to tell me why you told mamma that lie, and all
about it."
"Dear-heart," said Peter, "I cannot tell. I promised."
"Oh, but that didn't include your wife, dear, of course. Besides, Peter,
friends should tell each other everything. And we are the best of
friends, aren't we?"
"And if I don't tell my dearest friend?"
"I shall never speak of it, Peter, but I know sometimes when I am by
myself I shall cry over it. Not because I doubt you, dear, but because
you won't give me your confidence."
"Do you know, Dear-heart, that I can't bear the thought of your doing
that!"
"Of course not, dear. That's the reason I tell you. I knew you couldn't
bear it."
"How did you know?"
"Because I understand you, dear. I know just what you are. I'm the only
person who does."
"Tell me what I am."
"I think, dear, that something once came into your life that made you
very miserable, and took away all your hope and ambition. So, instead of
trying to make a great position or fortune, you tried to do good to
others.
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