"Now," he said, "tell me who gave it to you."
"You will know that," she answered, "when you read it."
"Tell me," he demanded, "if you know what is in it."
"I know something," she replied, "of what is in it."
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, "I'd give a great deal to know how much."
Only Richard could have told him how much or how little, and he was not there.
"Come," he said, as she made no reply, "they might easily deceive you. Tell me what you know, and I will believe you,—and there are very few women in your place I would say as much to."
"I do not think," she answered, "that they have deceived me."
"Then," he returned, his face hardening, "you have deceived me!"
"Yes," she answered, turning white, "I suppose I have."