“I am afraid he is.”
“Tell me, Rosa,” continued Cornelius, with a pensive air.
“What?”
“Did you not tell me that on the day when you prepared your borders this man followed you?”
“So he did.”
“That he glided like a shadow behind the elder trees?”
“Certainly.”
“That not one of your movements escaped him?”
“Not one, indeed.”
“Rosa,” said Cornelius, growing quite pale.