"So you shall," she said. "Only first eat something. We broke our fast before the others lay down. There is bread and meat behind you, and some hollands and water in the bottle."
I seized the latter and drank greedily. Then, finding myself hungry now I came to think about it, I fell upon the eatables.
"You will do now, I think," she said, when she had watched me for some time.
I laughed for answer, pleased that the long dark night, its gloom and treachery were past. But its memories remained and presently I said, "If Van Tree did not try to kill me--and I am perfectly sure he did not----"
"So am I," she said. "We were all wrong."
"Then," I continued, looking at her gravely, "who did? that is the question. And why?"
"You are sure that it was not the Spaniard whom you hurt in defense of Dymphna?" my lady asked.
"Quite sure."
"And sure that it was not Clarence?" she persisted.
"Quite sure. It was a short man," I explained again, "and dressed in a cloak. That is all I can tell about him."