"On the night that Mr. Felix's body disappeared you were the only person in the house who knew anything at all of the matter. You behaved like a little heroine on that occasion, Sophy."
"That's something good, ain't it?"
"Something very good. There is no possibility, I suppose, of your being able to give me a description of the man who, by some strange means, got into the house on that night?"
"I can't tell you nothink more about 'im. It was in the dark, yer know, and when he spoke it was under 'is breath."
"The question was an idle one, but I was bound to ask it. It may or may not have been the same man who deceived your aunt. Sophy, the man you saw and can swear to is an infernal scoundrel, and I look upon him as my enemy."
"That's enough for me; he's mine, too, and I'm 'is."
"You can keep a secret, Sophy."
"You tell me one, and wild 'orses sha'n't tear it from me."
"You are a faithful little soul, and I put great trust in you. Everything I am saying to you is a secret."
"That's enough," said Sophy, touching her lips with her fingers. "Red 'ot pinches shouldn't git it out of me."