“Did not you know that I would come back?”
“So little that I can still hardly realize it.”
Again the doubt crossed his mind whether or not she believed in his identity with her cousin.
“It is incomprehensible to me why you did come,” she went on reflectively.
He answered truthfully: “Because I wanted to. Heavens, how I wanted to!”
“I am glad to hear it,” she returned. “I am glad you acted on a whim rather than from a belated sense of duty, for otherwise it might seem rather ungracious for me to say what I am going to say.”
There was something slightly sinister in her tone, but his curiosity had reached such a point that he forgot to be alarmed.
“Go on,” he said.
“I have done your work for twelve years, Bob, and I don’t mean to do it another instant.”
“Done my work?”