"Oh, do not be sorry for me," she said; "at least not till you know all."
"Ah, by the by, how did you find this? Mr. Greenwood assured me he had searched everywhere."
Aldyth was silent. Her face grew colourless. She could not bring herself to say, "It was found in my mother's bedroom, where she had concealed it."
Guy looked at her in amazement. "Where was it, Aldyth? Why do you not speak?"
"Because it hurts me to speak," she said unsteadily. "Yet it is right that you should know all. Guy, I told you I had a confession to make. You have been greatly wronged. The will has been kept back. Do you understand?"
"Kept back," he repeated, his manner changing. "Do you mean to tell me that this will has been deliberately suppressed? Who has dared to do such a thing?"
Aldyth could not answer. Her hands were tightly clasped before her. She looked up at him with eyes that seemed to beg for pity. But her silence only angered him.
"Aldyth, I insist upon knowing all. Who has dared to fool me thus? Do you not know that it is a deed that the law can punish? And whoever has done this thing—Tomlinson, Greenwood, whoever it is—I will have justice."
"Oh, Guy, do not say that!"
"I do say it, and I mean it too. Tell me all, if you please."