“You may go if you like.”
“No; I will listen. Between us two there is—there is—”
“That.” Lizzie nodded towards the child huddling low in the bed.
“That, and much more. We cannot stop at the point you’ve reached. Besides, I have a question to ask.”
Lizzie passed before her into the front room, lit two candles and drew down the blind.
“Ask it,” she said.
“How did you know that I believed the other—Mr. Raymond—to be—” She came to a halt.
“I guessed.”
“What? From the beginning?”
“No; it was after a long while. And then, all of a sudden, something seemed to make me clever.”