“In the yard, I think, with the poultry.”
“I can go in, then, without her seeing me?”
They walked in together, and Tom, entering the parlour, said to Maggie, “Come in here.”
She obeyed, and he closed the door behind her.
“Now, Maggie, tell me this instant everything that has passed between you and Philip Wakem.”
“Does my father know anything?” said Maggie, still trembling.
“No,” said Tom indignantly. “But he shall know, if you attempt to use deceit toward me any further.”
“I don’t wish to use deceit,” said Maggie, flushing into resentment at hearing this word applied to her conduct.
“Tell me the whole truth, then.”
“Perhaps you know it.”