"Yes, sir, please—and what do you wish to know more from me? I don't know, I'm sure, why I should be such a fool as to take on so about it, as if I could help it, or was ever a bit the worse of it myself. There's been many a one has slep' in that room and never so much as knowd there was a door but that they came in by."
"To be sure; so tell me, do you recollect Mr. Deverell's losing a paper in that room?"
"Well, I do mind the time he said he lost it there, but I know no more than the child unborn."
"Did Sir Harry never tell you?"
"They said a deal o' bad o' Sir Harry, and them that should a' stood up for him never said a good word for him. Poor old creature!—I doubt if he had pluck to do it. I don't think he had, poor fellow!"
"Did he ever tell you he had done it? Come, remember your promise."
"No, upon my soul—never."
"Do you think he took it?"
Their eyes met steadily.
"Yes, I do," said she, with a slight defiant frown.