"Why—how did you know?"
"Oh, I knew how matters stood then, well enough."
"There wasn't a soul that knew it except C. Henrik Pettersen."
"You think so, do you?"
"There was Hermansen at the bank, he had some idea, I dare say, but nobody else."
"I knew." She drew off her gloves and smoothed them out on the table. Holm stood still, looking earnestly at her.
"Was it—was it you, then, that sent me the hundred and fifty pounds?"
"You've guessed it at last, then? Yes, it was I. I knew you were in desperate straits, that you would be ruined if you did not get help from somewhere."
"After I'd treated you so badly?"
"A woman's heart's a strange thing."