"He said it. And I told him the old lady had no money. It's little enough, if she has."
"And that was all?"
"All about Mrs. Prichard."
"Anything else?"
"He told me your name."
"Thornton Daverill." The moment Aunt M'riar had said this she was sorry for it. For she remembered, plainly enough considering the tension of her mind, that Micky had only given her the surname. Her oversight had come of her own bitter familiarity with the name. Think how easy for her tongue to trip!
"Anything else?"
"No—nothing else."
"You swear to Goard?"