“You allude to the note you stole. How came you to play that prank, Tavie?” asked Treherne tranquilly.
“I saw her put it under the urn. I thought it was for Jasper, and I took it,” she said boldly.
“Why for Jasper?”
“I remembered his speaking of meeting her long ago, and describing her beauty enthusiastically—and so did you.”
“You have a good memory.”
“I have for everything concerning those I love. I observed her manner of meeting my brother, his devotion to her, and, when they stood laughing together before the fire, I felt sure that she wished to charm him again.”
“Again? Then she did charm him once?” asked Treherne, anxious to know how much Jasper had told his sister.
“He always denied it, and declared that you were the favorite.”
“Then why not think the note for me?” he asked.
“I do now” was the sharp answer.