We were sitting at the moment on a stone seat which had the wall of the house for a back; and, fortunately, I was toying with the branch of a creeping plant that hung over it, so that she could not see more than the side of my face.

For I knew that it altered.

Over my voice, however, I had more control, and I hastened to answer, 'Yes, I suppose so,' as innocently as possible.
'He is at Bosost, in Spain.

You knew that, I conclude ?' she said, with a certain sharpness.

And she looked me in the face again very directly.
'Yes,' I answered, beginning to tremble.
'I suppose you have heard, too, that he--that he sometimes crosses the border ?' she continued in a low voice, but with a certain ring of insistence in her tone.