"Oh, yes," she answered, with a blush and a smile, "I knew that also."
"I came to look after that disputed property of my father's I once told you about," he said, after a pause.
"Yes, I remember. You said you had given up all hope of ever getting a penny."
"You see, my grandfather and I were too far away to look after it, and too poor to fight it. So it was just hung up. You have heard, perhaps, that it has turned out well?"
She blushed again, and hesitated for a moment. She felt that his eyes were upon her. She knew she would gain nothing by fencing. The truth would have to come out sooner or later. This man had eyes so clear that he could see through all sham and pretence. So she answered quite frankly. "My solicitor knows a good deal about Reboth, and he has told me."
"You mean Mr. Graythorne?"
His eyes were still upon her and there was no escape.
"Yes," she answered, almost in a whisper.
For a moment or two there was an almost painful silence. She felt what was coming, and shrank from meeting it. He knew what he wanted to say, and yet had scarcely the courage to say it.
"There is something I want to find out very much," he said, at length; "perhaps you can help me."