He stared at her blankly. "Poor old 'Bias!" he murmured. "But it can't be."
"Right O! if you will have it so. But, you see, I didn' put the question out o' curiosity altogether."
"The question? What question?"
"Why, about Mrs Bosenna."
"What has Mrs Bosenna to do with—Oh, ay, to be sure! You're meanin' that hundred pounds." His wits were not very clear for the moment.
"No, I'm not," said Fancy, moving to the door. In the act of opening it she paused. "'Twas through you, I reckon, he first trusted master with his money."
"I—I never suggested it," stammered Cai.
"I'm not sayin' you did," the girl answered back coldly. "But he went to master for your sake, because you was his friend and he had such a belief in you. Just you think that out."
With a nod of the head she was gone.
Before leaving the house she visited the kitchen, to bid good-night to
Mrs Bowldler. But Mrs Bowldler was not in the kitchen.