Peewee chilled. The way Mrs. Markyn was to be brought here, then, was by telling her all about himself. He was no longer so sure what this implied. He had thought when he had been feeling certain that she suspected his relation to his father, that she was not made so unhappy by it as he had expected her to be. He had not been able to understand that. Now Beman said plainly that she did not yet suspect. If that was so, why had she brought him here? But he felt that Beman knew. Again therefore he himself was unable to comprehend.
"You don't understand," he heard his father say. "Marion still has perfect faith in me. We'd sworn that faith to one another; she asked me if I'd kept it, and I—God knows I couldn't tell her about this; I'd never loved anyone but her. I lied to her!"
"Of course, Jeff's grandson would."
"She built her happiness about that lie. If I—I beg you to reconsider this; I'm not thinking of myself. I'm thinking about her."
Peewee shivered at the pain in his father's voice; its tone more than the words themselves
