"Indeed I did, Miss Hereford."
"Then you must have got up again, sir."
"Nothing of the sort! Why do you say that? I never woke until this morning."
Standing there and deliberately saying this to my face, with every appearance of truth, could only be done to mislead—to deceive me. I had far rather he had struck me a blow; though why, I did not stay to ask myself.
"Mr. Chandos, I saw you in the grounds in the middle of the night!"
"Saw me in the grounds in the middle of the night!" he echoed. "You were dreaming, Miss Hereford."
"No, sir; I was wide awake. It must have been getting on for one o'clock. You had on a cloak and a low broad-brimmed hat, and were dodging in and out of the trees."
"What trees?"
"Those opposite."
"Wearing a cloak and broad hat, and dodging in and out of the opposite trees! Well, that is good, Miss Hereford!"