The old man stared with mystified little eyes at his grandson's flushed face.
"She was there every day when you passed by?"
"Yes."
"H'm! Of course she would be there. When did you speak to her?"
"Not for three weeks."
He half turned away.
"Good Lord! Barely a fortnight ago!"
Ethan didn't deny it.
"How did you come to know her?"
The young face grew dark. He was writhing under the catechism.