“May I ask you a delicate question?” he said.
I signed to him to go on.
“Am I right, Mr. Blake, in fancying (from one or two things which have dropped from you) that you felt no common interest in Miss Verinder, in former times?”
“Quite right.”
“Was the feeling returned?”
“It was.”
“Do you think Miss Verinder would be likely to feel a strong interest in the attempt to prove your innocence?”
“I am certain of it.”
“In that case, I will write to Miss Verinder—if you will give me leave.”
“Telling her of the proposal that you have made to me?”