He smiled, but did not speak.

The coach began to move; I had to walk to keep my place, soon I should have to run.
"My lord," I cried, "how could she---- ?" My lord took out his snuff-box, and opened it.
"Nay, I cannot tell how," said he, as he carried his thumb to his nose.
"My lord," I cried, running now, "do you know who Cydaria is ?" My lord looked at me, as I ran panting.

Soon I should have to give in, for the horses made merry play down the avenue.

He seemed to wait for the last moment of my endurance, before he answered.

Then, waving his hand at the window, he said, "All London knows." And with that he shut the window, and I fell back breathless, amazed, and miserably chagrined.
For he had told me nothing of all that I desired to know, and what he had told me did no more than inflame my curiosity most unbearably.