A jealous feeling rose instantly in Young's heart.
"Who gave you money last night?"
"The student," replied Tess. "He said as how I shouldn't steal no more milk for the brat. I takes the student's money, I does."
A faint suspicion flashed over the lawyer.
"You told me the truth about the child belonging to a woman on the hill?"
Without answering his question, Tess stammered,
"Ye said as how ye trusted me, and I were happy because ye did.... Ain't ye trustin' me now?"
"Yes, child; but I am so bitterly unhappy over you, and my love for you makes me jealous—"
"Of the student?" queried Tess.
"Yes."