“You may trust me to the fullest extent; and tell me, what was your business with Lutrell?”
“You shall know all. Indeed, I have no desire to keep secrets from you.” It was somewhat of a hazardous speech, particularly in the way it was uttered; but she received it with a very sweet smile, and he went on: “My journey had for its object to see this Mr. Luttrell, and induce him to accept a trusteeship to a deed.”
“For this child?”
“Yes; the same.”
“But she is his daughter, is she not?”
“No; he had but one child, the boy I spoke of.”
“Who told you so? Luttrell himself, perhaps, or some of his people. At all events, do you believe it?”
He was a good deal startled by the sharp, quick, peremptory tone she now spoke in, so like her wonted manner, but so widely unlike her late mood of captivating softness, and for a second or two he did not answer.
“Tell me frankly, do you believe it?” cried she.
“I see no reason to disbelieve it,” was his reply.