“Of what?”
“Of a fact which will some day astound you.”
Our eyes met again, and I saw in hers a look of intense earnestness that caused me to wonder. To what could she possibly be referring?
“You certainly arouse my curiosity,” I said, affecting to laugh. “Do you really think Sir Bernard such a very dreadful person, then?”
“Ah! You do not take my words seriously,” she remarked. “I am warning you, Ralph, for your own benefit. It is a pity you do not heed me.”
“I do heed you,” I declared. “Only your statement is so strange that it appears almost incredible.”
“Incredible it may seem; but one day ere long you will be convinced that what I say to-night is the truth.”
“What do you say?”
“I say that Sir Bernard Eyton, the man in whom you place every confidence, and whose example as a great man in his profession you are so studiously following, is not your friend.”
“Nor yours, I suppose?”