After all, it was my fault, and you were too good for me, Ailly." He stopped a moment and smiled, for there was in him a certain half-whimsical cruelty.

"Still, perhaps, it's a little rough on the excellent Potter, though from what you said one would think that you had told him--something." The crimson crept into the girl's cheek.

"He knows everything--except who you are.

That is why I am afraid.

If he found out, I think one of you would never leave this place." Courthorne shrugged his shoulders.