"And don't I trust you? What other girl would be here at this time of the night, risking her character, when she has nothing else in the world, just because you want things to be kept secret, while I can't for the life of me see the reason of it?"
"That is what I complain of. True love asks no questions."
"How can you say that when you have done nothing but ask questions ever since I came here? All about her too," retorted the quick-witted girl.
"That is because I am interested in everything you do," was the prompt answer. "How could I watch here half an hour, and at last see you rush in so wildly, half out of breath and panting, to tell all that you had seen, without feeling some curiosity?"
"Yes, indeed, I can understand that."
"Then there is another thing."
"Well," said Judith, more quietly; for she guessed what was coming. "What is it?"
"That paper. It is of no use to you, and might help me a good deal."
"How?"
The girl spoke seriously, and he could tell by her voice that her lips closed with a firm pressure when she ceased.