But I understood.

Mr.Dundas said there wasn't a moment to lose." "Yet that was in the afternoon, and you only come to me at this hour!" I exclaimed.
"I had something else to do first," she said, in the same quiet voice.
She was looking down now, not at me, and her eyelashes were so long that they made a shadow on her cheeks.

But the blood streamed over her face.
"Even before I saw--Mr.Dundas," she went on, "I had the idea of calling on you--about a different matter.

I think it would be more honest of me, if before I go on I tell you that--quite by accident, so far as I was concerned--I was with someone who saw Mr.Dundas go to your house last night, a little after twelve.

I didn't dream of spying on--either of you.