"She will not confess it, of course."
Theodosia had by this time hardened herself thoroughly.
"I cannot believe yet that she has done such a thing. I will not, without fuller evidence. It is too outrageous. There is some mystery in the affair that we have not fathomed. Lettice looks wretched, but, to my mind, she does not look guilty."
"I'm afraid nobody else would agree with you."
Dr. Bryant flung himself into an easy-chair, and gazed moodily on the ground.
"Lettice! I would as soon have suspected myself. I have always found that girl the soul of honour."
"People are mistaken in one another sometimes."
"They are," assented the Doctor, with a bitterness born of experience.
"She might do for her brother's sake what she would not do for her own. Evidently he is in difficulties."
"Why? What makes you suppose so?"