“And heard all that she was saying?”
“Yes.”
“What was she talking about? Can you tell me?”
“I can tell you what she said, and what you answered.”
“Word for word?” questioned my father, anxiously.
“Yes, sir, word for word.”
“And you will repeat this to—to your mother?”
“No, I will not.”
“Indeed,” said Lord Clare, and I saw that his eye brightened with a look of relief, “and why not?”
“Because I will not. She would hate that dark lady as I do—she would cry more and more—she would know all about it!”