“I only thought it from your peculiar dress last night.”
Sibyl colored and spoke eagerly. “Oh, but that wasn’t me at all; it was that quite too darling Betty!”
“Do you mean my cousin, Betty Vivian?”
“Of course, who else?”
“Well, what had she to do with it?”
“I will tell you if you like, Fanny. She didn’t expect me to keep it a secret. I met her when I was out——”
“You—met Betty—when you were out?”
“Yes.” There was a kind of reserve in Sibyl’s tone which made Fanny scent a possible mystery.
“Where did you meet her?” was the next inquiry.
“Well, she was standing by the stump of an old tree which is hollow inside. It is just at the top of the hill by the bend, exactly where the hill goes down towards the ‘forest primeval.’”