Toby turned round quickly.
"I am not a bit odious," he said. "If I had wanted not to play fair, I could have looked at the envelope you left in the dining-room grate. Of course, I burnt it without looking at it. But I thought of looking at it. I didn't; that is all."
Lily received this in silence. For all his freckles, she admired Toby too much to tell him so. And this simple act, necessitated by the crudest code of honour, impressed her.
"That is true," she said. "All the same, I don't think it is quite fair of you to ask me who it was."
Toby came across the room, and sat down by the fire. The suspicion had become a certainty.
"Lily, if it is the person I mean," he said, "it will be a positive relief to me to know it. Why, I can't tell you. I haven't spoken to you before about the whole thing; but since we went down to Goring on that snowy day I have had a horrible feeling that something is wrong. Don't ask me what: I don't know—I honestly don't know. But if it is only money I shall be glad."
Lily directed an envelope and closed it.
"Yes, it is Kit," she said at length.
"Ah, what have you done?"