With the object she had in view, there might be serious reasons for speaking with extreme caution when she spoke of Grace.
"I believe so," she said.

"We met here by accident.

I know nothing of her." "Not even her name ?" inquired the German surgeon.
Mercy's resolution was hardly equal yet to giving her own name openly as the name of Grace.

She took refuge in flat denial.
"Not even her name," she repeated obstinately.
The old man stared at her more rudely than ever, considered with himself, and took the candle from the table.

He hobbled back to the bed and examined the figure laid on it in silence.