"I know the people.

Shall I go and ask them ?" "Thank you, my dear.

One word more before you go.

About the sealing of that letter?
What _could_ you have been thinking of while you were doing it ?" He looked hard at her, and took her suddenly by the arm.

"Was it your sweetheart ?" he asked, in a whisper.
The question instantly reminded Isabel that she had been thinking of Hardyman while she sealed the letter.