"I see how it is now. Oh, Isabel, how could you?"
"Remember, Emily, I have told you nothing; you have found out my secret; keep it better than you did your brother's."
"Oh, Isabel, I am sure I kept that well enough."
"Not so well as you must keep this. I am very, very sorry, for I feel that I have not been sufficiently watchful, or you would I not have suspected it. And he would be justly angry if he knew."
"Well, under the circumstances it would make no difference to you if he was."
Isabel bit her lip and was silent, then said, "Emily, dear Emily, promise me that you will try to forget this conversation, and never mention it to any one."
"But Isabel when was it."
"I will answer no questions on that subject" more than enough has been said already.
"What a rage Grace would be in, if she knew, well, well, I have my own ideas."
"Have you indeed, and pray what would Grace be in a rage about if she knew," asked a well known voice close to them.