After my bad behaviour--" Miss Minerva turned round from the window sharply.

"Of course! There can't be a doubt of it." Her tone softened a little.

"You are young, Carmina--I suppose I may call you by your name--you are young and simple.

Do those innocent eyes of yours ever see below the surface ?" "I don't quite understand you." "Do you think your aunt's only motive in wishing Mr.Ovid Vere to leave London is anxiety about his health?
Do you feel no suspicion that she wants to keep him away from You ?" Carmina toyed with her locket, in an embarrassment which she was quite unable to disguise.

"Are you afraid to trust me ?" Miss Minerva asked.
That reproach opened the girl's lips instantly.
"I am afraid to tell you how foolish I am," she answered.