‘Her own eyes ought to have told you that long ago.’
‘Her own eyes!’
‘Yes, ha! ha! ha!’ roared Blodget, ‘why, man alive, did you never hear of the tell-tale eyes which reveal what passes in the heart?’
‘But who told you?’
‘It is a secret, you know; you will not betray me.’
‘Honor bright, of course.’
‘I’ll trust you. Brown told me.’
‘What Mr. Brown, our partner?’
‘Yes, indeed.’
‘But how could Mr. Brown know anything of this affair, eh! You astonish me.’