“I—I wish I had known,” said North, with a frank smile.
“You mean if you had you would have given me one.”
“Yes, that is what I mean,” said North.
“And if you had, I’d have cut you, sir, dead! Sure it was not you?”
“Not me?”
“Who sent me a present of a remarkably fine new surplice.”
“Certainly not.”
“Then it was she.”
“I do not understand you.”
“Look here! there is only one person who could have sent such a present, and it must be Mrs Berens.”