I meant it in the purest sense, and in that sense she understood it.

If I was wrong in taking that freedom with her, at least there was no thought of wrong in my mind.' 'You met her on Wednesday night in that week,' Gilbert said, speaking with uncertain voice.

'The night that you saw me and said you had been to Bunce.' 'Do you know of that from some spy, her enemy and mine--or how ?' 'I know it.

I can't tell you how.' 'Yes, I met her that night.

Not by appointment, as you suppose.