She looked up. "Yes," she said, simply.
He put her hand within his arm. "First, tell me where you are going."
"To Mr. Dana's."
"For what purpose?"
"I have something to tell Charley."
"I will be the bearer of your message. Let me see you home;—you shall give it to me on the way."
She obeyed submissively as a child.
"Now!" said he, as they turned back.
"I had a note from Lynn to-night. It is worded so ambiguously,—contains so many allusions I do not understand, that I can glean but this—he has quarrelled, and been challenged;—they fight to-morrow, where or when I do not know, nor the name of his opponent. It is all a horrible mystery."
It was more clear to him. He related the incident of the altercation at supper, suppressing Pemberton's use of her name.