He hesitated.
“I shall positively die with curiosity!”
“If there be any danger of that,” said he,—and he put his forefinger and thumb in his vest-pocket and looked at her and smiled.
“Well?”
“Will you promise not to think me so very, very foolish?” said he, mimicking her tones of a little while before. And he drew an object from his pocket and held it up.
“What is it,—a book?”
“Yes, a book;” removing from a much-worn morocco case a small volume.
“Oh, yes, your Testament!”
Mary had not forgotten what I had told of a certain incident that had occurred in the Don’s rooms in Richmond, and had heedlessly alluded to it.
“My Testament!” said he, with a quick, suspicious look.