I never saw two people think so alike;" and here Mrs.Godfrey laughed quite merrily, for once before she had accused Malcolm of making Elizabethan speeches.

But her laugh died away when she saw Malcolm's face.

It was too sudden, and he was not prepared; but the next moment he was hanging over the parapet trying to catch a peacock butterfly, and was actually joining in the laugh.
"That reminds me of a funny story," he said, speaking rather rapidly, "of two fellows who coined each other's ideas and got rather mixed sometimes;" and he told her the story from beginning to end with his old vivacity, and when he had finished it he went off in search of the Colonel.
But Mrs.Godfrey looked thoughtfully at the distant prospect until Malcolm's footsteps were no longer audible.
"I feel like a burglar," she said to herself--"as though I had picked a lock and stolen something.

I, to call myself a clever woman and never to guess it! But he has been too deep for me.

He is very strong; one might as well try to open an oyster with one's nails as to find out anything Malcolm Herrick wishes to hide." Mrs.Godfrey's face grew more troubled.