“Then who do you think it is?”
“Why, old Siméon, of course!”
“Old Siméon!”
“Certainly. He’s looking to see whether I’ve really saved the two of you.”
“Then he’s not mad?”
“Mad? No more mad than you or I!”
“And yet . . .”
“What you mean is that Siméon used to protect you; that his object was to bring you two together; that he sent you the key of the garden-door; and so on and so on.”
“Do you know all that?”
“Well, of course! If not, how could I have rescued you?”