“I’vepromisedtoholdmytongue，oncealready。Whatdoyouwantmore？“
“Iamanxious，Geoffrey。IwasatCraigFernie，remember，whenBlanchecamethere!Shehasbeentellingmeallthathappened，poordarling，inthefirmpersuasionthatIwasmilesoffatthetime。IswearIcouldn’tlookherintheface!Whatwouldshethinkofme，ifsheknewthetruth？Praybecareful!praybecareful!“
Geoffrey’spatiencebegantofailhim。
“Wehadallthisout，“hesaid，“onthewayherefromthestation。What’sthegoodofgoingoverthegroundagain？“
“You’requiteright，“saidArnold，good-humoredly。“Thefactis——I’moutofsorts，thismorning。Mymindmisgivesme——Idon’tknowwhy。“