"No."
She smiled at him, and at his great perplexity over the apparent mystery.
And then she told him of the little party; of herself and Mr. Anderson, and their intrusion upon General Arnold and Peggy; of their conversation and the falling of the note; of her subsequent return for it together with the placing of it within her bodice and the state of temporary oblivion into which the incident finally had lapsed.
"You have that letter now?" he asked with no attempt to conceal his anxiety.
"Yes. Upstairs."
"May I see it? Really I would not ask this did I not think it quite important."
"Very well."
She left to fetch it.
"Who is this man, Anderson?" Stephen asked upon her return. "Do you know him?"