"These ingenuous attempts at mystification are immensely entertaining; but are there to be many more of them, before you can permit our little comedy to reach its happy dénouement?"
"Good heavens!" thought Susanna, wildly.
She did n't turn round, but presently her shoulders began to shake. She could n't help it. The discomfiture was hers; she had been "awfully dished" indeed. But her shoulders shook and shook with silent laughter.
In the end, of course, she turned.
In her dark eyes disappointment, satisfaction, amazement, and amusement shone together.
"How in the world did you find out?" she asked. "How could you have found out? When did you find out? How long have you known? And if you knew, why did you pretend not to know?"
But Anthony, at the sight of her face, forgot everything.
"Oh, never mind," he cried, and advanced upon her with swift strides.
By-and-by, "Let me look at your right hand," said Susanna. "I want to see whether you have the Valdeschi pit."
"The Valdeschi what?" said Anthony.