"I would rather not tell you."
I was silent again, for her manner made me feel that she still scorned me. I looked towards her; she was gazing steadily into the fire.
"Where am I now?" I asked, after a painful silence.
"At Restormel."
"Ah!"
"Does the fact surprise you?"
"Everything surprises me. Nothing surprises me. I am somewhat dazed. Restormel, that is your father's house, your own home?"
"My father's house—yes. My own home—I know not."
"What do you mean?" and at that moment I remembered the suspicions which were aroused in my mind by Otho Killigrew's questions.
Again she refrained from replying, her eyes still fixed on the glowing embers.