"You know?" she said. "It was in the Journal? I'm sure you know."
"Know what?" Mr Neeld was fighting in the last ditch.
"But I don't want to tell you unless you know! No, I'm sure you know!"
"And do you know?"
"Yes, I know. My mother told me."
They understood one another now. Neeld made no further pretence.
"You mean about Harry Tristram?" he asked, simply, but in a low voice.
"Yes. At first I didn't know what it meant to him. But I know now."
Neeld made no reply, and there was another moment of silence. Neeld wore a restless, timid, uneasy air, in strong contrast to the resolute intensity of Mina's manner; she seemed to have taken and to keep the upper hand of him.