"I had already intended to go," replied Jacquelina, without relaxing a muscle of her face.
The professor nodded and left the room.
Soon after, Jacquelina sought her aunty, whom she found in the pantry, mixing mince-meat.
"I say, aunty—"
"Well, Lapwing?"
"When Satan turns saint, suspicion is safe, is it not?"
"What do you mean, Lapwing?"
"Why, just now the professor came to me, politely apologized for his late rudeness, and proposed that I should go with you to hear Mr. Willcoxen's lecture, while he, the professor, goes to Leonardtown to fulfill an engagement. I say, aunty, I sniff a plot, don't you?"
"I don't know what to make of it, Lapwing. Are you going?"
"Of course I am; I always intended to."