"Don't you trust me?"
"Trust you? What has that to do with it?"
"I see, you think it doesn't matter. I hardly know whether you intend to flatter me or not. Why don't you go away?"
"What's the use? Where should I go where I could be hidden? There is no hiding-place, none. Besides, if I were to hide myself under the sea it might make no difference. Don't you understand?
"I'm not sure; no, I don't think I do. But, tell me, I want to know! I must know! It was all I could do to keep myself from going to see--what have you done with him?"
"Done with him?"
"Have you--have you buried him?"
"Buried him? Do you think he could be buried?"
Something came on to his face which frightened her, started her all trembling.
"I--I didn't know. Don't look at me like that. I only wondered."