Ralph smiled bitterly.
“I am not, Reverend Mother,” he said. “I know too much.”
“From whom?”
“Oh! not from your nuns,” he said sharply, “they of course know nothing, or at least will tell me nothing. It was from Dr. Layton.”
“And what did Dr. Layton tell you?”
“I can hardly tell you that, Reverend Mother; it is not fit for your ears.”
She looked at him steadily.
“And you believe it?”
Ralph smiled.
“That makes no difference,” he said. “I am acting by his Grace’s orders.”