She looked at him apprehensively.
“Oh,” she said, “mebbe your august God tell you I also visit at the temple that other day?”
He looked a trifle startled.
“What temple—what do you mean?”
“You God sees all things?”
“All things,” he said solemnly.
Her eyes expressed momentary fright. She drew her hands forcibly from his and sat backward a little way from him, her head bent.
“Then,” she said, “you already know about—about my—my lie?”
“Lie?”
He leaned forward in his chair.