"Good gracious!" laughed Ramsey, then mused, and then asked: "Ain't you afraid for me?"
Hugh said nothing, and thenceforth her tone grew more maidenly though her words remained childlike enough.
"I know why you want to tell me about Phyllis," she added more softly. "You think if you don't my brothers will."
"They don't know the facts," murmured Hugh.
"Don't they think they do? And ain't that the trouble?"
"Yes." Hugh thought her insight surprising, while she enjoyed the spiritual largeness she fancied she saw in his immobile features. "Yes," he repeated, "they think they do; that's the trouble, much of it."
"How do you know they don't?"
"By what they believe and by what I know."
"How do you know you know?"
"By my own eyes and Phyllis's own lips."