Then he smiled suddenly.

"Look here, Milly.

You don't mind my asking you rather a personal question, do you ?" "Not a bit.

My conscience is quite easy.

I didn't bribe the cook to put paraffin oil in your dinner, and I should never have thought of pouring Condy's Fluid over your bed." "Has that curate, Meldon, I mean--" "He's not a curate," said Miss King.