ANDR. You’re a worse bungler at lying than I was. Don’t look like that, or other people will guess. Don’t give way. You’re safe. Nobody but me suspects anything. Your character is quite safe—her character is quite safe. They’re both in my keeping.
MICH. (stares helplessly at him). How did you know?
ANDR. I’ve suspected for some time past——
MICH. You were wrong. There was nothing to suspect. It was a chance, an accident—there was no intention to deceive. What made you guess?
ANDR. When Withycombe brought the telegram to me I guessed something was wrong. I heard you go out in the middle of the night. I followed you down to the beach; I saw you put off; I waited for you to come back. I was on the top of the cliff just above you when you landed with her. I saw you come on here, and I watched her take the road to the station, and saw her come back to her home as if she had come in by the early morning train.
MICH. What are you going to do?
ANDR. Nothing. Don’t I owe everything I am and everything I have in this world to you? I shall never breathe a word of what I know to a living soul.
MICH. Thank you, Andrew. Thank you. And you’ll be sure above all that she is safe——
ANDR. As safe as if I were in the grave. You go your way, just the same as if I didn’t know.