The Cable by Marion Ames Taggart — Read

There was a new element in life for Cis, a chord in its accompaniment that jarred, though she tried not to hear it. For the first time since she had been old enough to deal consciously with other people, Cis had done something in relation to another of which she was ashamed. When she omitted Mass on days of obligation, when it occurred to her that her infrequency at the sacraments was not to her credit, she was a little sorry, half resolved to do better, but she was not ashamed; she indirectly counted upon "fixing it up. " It is a noteworthy fact that people who do less for God expect Him to do more for them; they read the text: "because she has loved little much is forgiven her."

But in relation to question of honor, "dealing straight" as she put it, Cis was acutely sensitive. She told herself that it would be too much to expect of anyone not to give her betrothed information which she possessed and which would not go farther, which would, without harm to another, greatly benefit him. The fact which she could not argue down as it faced her frowningly, was that Mr. Lucas had made no exception to his prohibition against disclosing the secret which her position necessitated her knowing, that she had given her pledge to keep it -- and had broken it! For the sake of Rod, only, of course, to whom she owed her best help, but she had broken it!