"You will! There's--there's another thing; I--I want to warn you."
"Warn me? Haven't you done that once or twice already?"
"I--I want to warn you against Mr. Dale."
"Against Mr. Dale? Why?"
"I believe he suspects."
"Suspects? What? About you and me?"
"About--your uncle."
"What does he suspect about my uncle?"
"He's been finding out things. Ssh! there's someone moving. Perhaps it's mother; she mustn't find me here, like this."
She flitted from the room as noiselessly as she had entered, shutting the door without its making a sound. He stood and listened. Perhaps it was her conscience which had made her fancy noises--all seemed still. If she had ascended to her room on the landing, a ghost could not have moved more silently.