‘By what you guess,’ he said, correcting her.
‘As you will.’ Her eyes were on the ground. A white spar was there. She turned it over with her foot, and turned it again.
She hesitated what to say.
‘Should you favour me so far as to visit my father,’ said Jasper, ‘I beg of you one thing most earnestly. Do not mention the name of my companion—Martin.’
‘Why not?’
‘He may suspect him of having robbed me. My father is an energetic, resolute man. He might pursue him, and I alone am to blame. I lost the money.’
‘Who was that Martin?’
‘He told you—that I was nothing to him.’
‘Then why do you seek to screen him?’
‘Can I say that he took the money? If my father gets him arrested—I shall be found.’