‘Where is it?’
‘Oh, I burnt it.’
‘Tell me what was in it.’
‘All sorts of things—a long letter.’
‘I think that’s all nonsense about forgetting my address.’
‘Mere truth. In fact, I never knew it.’
‘Be so good as to tell me,’ she spoke as she walked on before him, ‘what you meant by your behaviour that morning before you went to London.’
‘But how did I behave?’
‘Very strangely.’
Tarrant affected not to understand; but, when she again turned, Nancy saw a mischievous smile on his face.