"Emanuel and Mr. Dean?"
"Yes. But you must have heard?"
"I assure you, Sally, no one has told me a word about it." (Which was just as true as it was untrue.)
"But they quarrelled up here. I did hear that Andrew threw Emanuel into your lake."
"Who told you that?"
"It was Mrs. Prockter. She was calling on the mater yesterday, and she seemed to be full of it—according to the mater's account. Mrs. Prockters' idea was that they had quarrelled about a woman."
("Mrs. Prockter shall be repaid for this," said Helen to herself.)
"Surely Emanuel hasn't been falling in love with Lilian, has he?" said Helen, aloud. She considered this rather clever on her part. And it was.
"Oh, no!" replied Sally, positively. "It's not Lilian." And there was that in her tone which could not be expressed in ten volumes. "You know perfectly well who the woman is," Helen seemed to hear her say.
Then Helen said: "I think I can explain it. They were both at our house the day we removed."