“Yes.”
“And all the time you have been here you have been acting the schoolmaster—playing a part—for—for Mr. Barstow?”
“Yes.”
“Always?”
“Yes.”
The color came softly to her face again, and her voice was very low. “And when you sang to me that day, and when you looked at me—as you did—an hour or two ago—while you were entertaining—you were—only—acting?”
Mr. Twing's answer was not known, but it must have been a full and complete one, for it was quite dark when he left the schoolroom—NOT for the last time—with its mistress on his arm.