"He may not have known."
"I have no pity. I shall make him confess everything."
Jeremy reflected a moment.
"It might be as well to let him understand that the whole business has been discovered."
They parted at the gate, Nance pointing out to Jeremy the way he should take. He lifted his hat to her devoutly.
"Keep your heart up, child. I will ride back and tell you what I have discovered."
Nance walked back slowly to Stonehanger, her mouth set in a determined line, her eyes steady with thought. She felt very bitter against her father, and in no mood to spare him in his conspiracy with De Rothan.
Anthony Durrell was reading on the bench under the yew-tree when she returned. He glanced up sharply as Nance crossed the grass, and she was struck by the narrowness of his face, and ill-balanced bigotry of the man's whole nature. But Nance had risen above fear of her father. She had youth on her side, and the strength that youth gives.
"I want to speak to you."
He put his book aside, an irritable crease appearing between his eyebrows.