You shall know what it is, when we meet.
"OSCAR." This postscript puzzled me.
It was not in harmony with the implicit confidence which I had observed Oscar to place habitually in Lucilla.

It jarred on my experience of his character, which presented him to me as the reverse of a reserved secretive man.

His concealment of his identity, when he first came among us, had been a forced concealment--due entirely to his horror of being identified with the hero of the trial.

In all the ordinary relations of life, he was open and unreserved to a fault.

That he could have a secret to keep from Lucilla, and to confide to me, was something perfectly unintelligible to my mind.