Do you see ?" "Perfectly," said Langholm, gently.
The lad lay gazing up at him with great eyes.

Langholm fancied their expression was one of incredulity.

Twilight was falling early with the rain; the casement was small, and further contracted by an overgrowth of creeper; those two great eyes seemed to shine the brighter through the dusk.

Langholm could not make his visit a very short one, after all.

He felt it would be cruel.
"What did you talk about, then ?" he asked.
A small smile came with the answer, "You!" "Me! What on earth had you to say about me ?" "I heard all you had been doing." "Oh, that." "You know you didn't tell me, that evening in town." "No, I was only beginning, then." It seemed some months ago--more months since that very afternoon.
"Have you found out anything ?" Langholm hesitated.
"Yes." Why should he lie?
"Do you mean to say that you have any suspicion who it is ?" Severino was on his elbow.
"More than a suspicion.