“Nothing; nothing; only—only what I saw.”
“Well, what did you see?”
Instead of answering this question at once she shifted her ground.
“If you cared—as you say—why didn’t you tell some one?”
“Tell some one? Who could I tell?”
“Oh, any one. Lady Rideover, for one. She’d made a promise not to mention me; but you hadn’t.”
“But why should I have mentioned you when I never supposed she had any notion—”
“But you see that’s it. If you’d cared—so much—you’d have done it—to one of your sisters or the other. But you didn’t—not to either; and so they got the idea—”
“Yes? What idea did they get? Go on. Tell me.”
I noticed that she was twisting and untwisting her fingers, and that she had begun throwing me quick, nervous glances through the half-light.