"She told me."
"I didn't think that Virelet would have done that."
"Nor I."
She paused, considering it.
"How did you find out it was a lie, Ranny? Oh—oh—I suppose I showed you—"
"Not you. She owned up herself."
"When?"
"That night she went off. She wrote it in that letter. She told me why she did it, too. It was because she knew I cared for you and was afraid I'd marry you. She wasn't going to have that. Now you know what she is."
"Why did you believe her?"
"Why, Winky, you, you little wretch, you took care of that all right."