"Who should there be?" she returned.
Her cousin laughed softly.
"You are as transparent as glass," she said. "Come, who is it?"
Berenice hesitated an instant, then threw herself forward, bending over the hand of her companion until her face was hidden.
"There isn't really anybody; and besides I've insulted him so that he never could help hating me. No, there isn't anybody, Cousin Anna; and there never will be. I know I should despise him if he wasn't angry; and besides," she added with the air of suddenly recollecting herself, "I hate him for what he said."
"That is evident," the other assented smilingly. "I could see at once that you hated him. But who is it?"
"Why, there isn't anybody, I tell you. Of course I thought about him after he saved my life, but"—
"Oh," interrupted Mrs. Frostwinch. "Then it is Mr. Wynne. But I thought"—
"He isn't a priest any more," Berenice struck in, replying to the unspoken doubt as if it had been in her own mind. "I heard yesterday that he has left the Clergy House for good, and is staying with Mrs. Staggchase."
"Have you seen him lately?"