He makes no secret of that, you know." Charlie nodded.
"That is right enough, Ciceley, but still, I don't understand in the least what it has to do with the servant." "It has to do with it," she said pettishly, starting the swing afresh, and then relapsing into silence until it again came to a standstill.
"I think you ought to know," she said suddenly.

"You see, Charlie, Sir Marmaduke is very kind to me, and I love him dearly, and so I do you, and I think you ought to know, although it may be nothing at all." "Well, fire away then, Ciceley.

There is one thing you may be quite sure of, whatever you tell me, it is like telling a brother, and I shall never repeat it to anyone." "Well, it is this.

That man comes over sometimes to see my father.
I have seen him pass my window, three or four times, and go in by the garden door into father's study.

I did not know who he was, but it did seem funny his entering by that door, as if he did not want to be seen by anyone in the house.