"I thought it was you."
"Did you really?"
The thing was said so demurely that it was hard to tell from the tone alone if the intention was to be impertinent.
"What are you doing there?"
"I was just going to see what it was that I saw you put in this chest last night."
"So you did see? I thought that also--I begin to understand."
There was something in the girl's tone which the other seemed to resent.
"I confess I don't; but I hope to presently. Pray, miss, what do you begin to understand?"
"You were in league with him last night; you were--his confederate."
"His confederate, Miss Forster! What do you mean? With whom was I in league?"