"Did you know it, Chris? You look as though you knew it."
"I heard you—at least I heard something about it. The girls passed the door, and they spoke to each other. I knew you had given me up."
"And weren't you shocked?"
"Shocked? No."
"Didn't you care?"
"No."
"Christian, that is unlike you."
"Perhaps; but everything is unlike me. Everything has been unlike me since I came to Penwerne Manor."
"Christian, tell me the truth. Lying as you are there, looking as you now look, I am certain—positive—that you would not tell a lie."
"Perhaps not," said Christian.