THE WINGS OF THE DOVE
and in a state which made it impossible not to take him in."
Densher hesitated. "Do you mean in such want———?"
"No, not of food, of necessary things—not even, so far as his appearance went, of money. He looked as wonderful as ever. But he was—well, in terror."
"In terror of what?"
"I don't know. Of somebody—of something. He wants, he says, to be quiet. But his quietness is awful."
She suffered, but she couldn't not question. "What does he do?"
It made Kate herself hesitate. "He cries."
Again for a moment he hung fire, but he risked it. "What has he done?"
It made her slowly rise, and they were fully, once more, face to face. Her eyes held his own, and she was paler than she had been. "If you love me—now—don't ask me about father."
He waited again a moment. "I love you. It's because I love you that I'm here. It's because I love you that I've brought you this." And he drew from behind him the letter that had remained in his hand.
But her eyes only—though he held it out—met the offer. "Why, you've not broken the seal!"
"If I had broken the seal—exactly—I should
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