"Yes."—She could not tell whether he saw the whole,—he was clearly in the mind to hear it, taking both her hands in his.
"I did that," said Faith.
"Did what?"
"I got work from Miss Bezac.—She gave me lessons."
"For how long?"
"Since—about a fortnight after you went away. It was then Squire Deacon took away the farm. From that time until Pet came—" she added with a little rise of colour in her cheeks.
"And that all the daylight and candlelight hours of each day?"
"O no, not that. I had long walks to Miss Bezac's, you know—or rides—every day or two; for we kept Jerry; and I never sewed before breakfast. And in the evening I used to write letters—part of the evening."
"Child! child!"—He dropped her hands, and began to pace up and down the moderate limits of Mrs. Derrick's best carpet. Until after a few turns Faith put herself straight in his way and intercepted him, with a very innocent face.
"Faith, did no one protest against this—for me?"