"Oh, were they?" murmured Sarah, in well-acted surprise.
"And Mr. Dean fell off some steps that Emanuel was supposed to be holding. I thought he was furious—but not to that point. That's probably the secret of the whole thing. As for Mr. Dean having pushed Emanuel into the lake, I don't believe a word of it."
"Then how was it that Emanuel had a cold and had to stay in bed?"
"My dear, to have a cold it isn't necessary to have been thrown into Wilbraham Water!"
"That's true," Sarah admitted.
"However," Helen calmly proceeded, "I'll find out all about it and let you know."
"How shall you find out?"
"I shall make Emanuel tell me. He will tell me anything. And he's a dear boy."
"Do you see him often up here?" Sarah inquired.
"Oh, yes!" This was not true. "We get on together excellently. And I'm pretty sure that Emanuel is not—well—interested in any other woman. That's why I should say that they have not been quarrelling about a woman. Unless, of course, the woman is myself." She laughed, and added: "But I'm not jealous. I can trust Emanuel."