“Why should I believe it?”
“I'm going to trace it up to the liar that forged it, if I can.”
Susan suppressed her satisfaction at this resolution of Will Fielding's.
“Is it worth while?” asked she coldly.
“If I didn't think so, I shouldn't take that much trouble, not expecting any thanks.”
“Have I said anything to offend you?” asked Susan, with a still more frigid tone.
The other did not trust himself to answer. But two days after he came again, and told her he had written a letter to George, telling him what reports were about, and begging for an answer whether or not there was any truth in them.
A gleam of satisfaction from Susan's eyes, but not a word. This man, who had once been George's rival at heart, was the last to whom she would openly acknowledge her doubts. Then Will went on to tell her that he had traced the rumor from one to another up to a stranger whose name nobody knew; “but I dare say Mr. Meadows has a notion.”
“No!”
“Are you sure?”