She looked up at Frank—those deep, burning eyes of hers full of indignation. He said:
"Tell me just what you mean. What has happened, and who has seen it?"
"It was yesterday, in the woods—the woods between here and the camp on the Au Sable. They were sitting as we are, and he held her hand, and she had been crying. And when they parted he said to her, 'We must tell them. You must get Mrs. Deane's consent. I am sure Edith suspects something, and it isn't right to go on like this. We must tell them.' Then—then he kissed her. That—of course——"
The girl's voice broke and she could not continue. Frank waited a moment, then he said:
"And who witnessed this scene?"
"Mrs. Kitcher."
"You mean the little woman who dresses in black?"
"Yes, that is the one."
"And you would believe that tale-bearing eavesdropper?"
"I must. I have seen so much myself."