"You have had a hand in this: you have urged her."
"Well, Evert, she's Lanse's wife, you know."
"Where is she?"
"I have told you already that I don't know."
"Not gone?" he said, with quick-returning suspicion.
"Oh dear no! What are you thinking of?"
"I'm thinking that I cannot trust either of you! When is she going, then?"
"Well, there has been a good deal about that. Back and forth, you know; letters and—"
"When?" he repeated, imperatively.
"To-morrow," answered Aunt Katrina, in almost the same tone as his own. "How you do storm, Evert!"