When we were alone there I put down my candle on the deal table, and stood still while she looked at me searchingly. I could see that there was more in her manner than I understood.
"Child," she said, "I have had to trust you before when I have given help to those in trouble, and you have not been wanting in discretion; yet you are but a child to trust."
"If you tell me nothing I can repeat nothing," I answered proudly.
"Yet you know something already. Can you keep silent entirely and under all circumstances as to what has happened since you opened the street door?"
"It is not my custom to gabble about your affairs."
"Will you seek to learn no more and to understand no more?"
"I desire to know nothing of the affairs of others, if they do not choose to tell me of their own free will."
She looked at me and sighed a little, at the which I marvelled somewhat, for it was ever her custom to trust in God and so to go forward without question.
"You are young and ill prepared for trial, yet you have wandered alone—silly lassie that you are—into a wilderness of wolves."
"There is trouble everywhere," I answered.