"Surely."
"For some purpose, then?"
"Ah, but for what purpose?" said she, leaning forwards in her chair. The cold smile was still upon her face, and seemed to Charnock unfriendly as even her violence had not been. It had some cruelty too, and perhaps, too, some cunning.
"For what purpose? You should know. It is for you to say," he answered in a dull, tired voice. He had built more upon this unneeded service than he himself had been aware.
"I will tell you," continued Miranda. "You have talked to my companion Miss Holt?"
"Yes."
"She has no very strong faith in men. Perhaps you noticed as much."
"No."
"I did not agree with her. I had the glove. It would be--amusing to know whether she was right or whether I was. I sent it to you."
"Just to prove whether I should keep my word or not?"