“Nor I neither. How could I?”

He was very quick upon her with this retort.

“Ought I to say, after what has happened,” said his sister, standing by the bed⁠—she had gradually withdrawn herself and risen, “that I made that visit? Should I say so? Must I say so?”

“Good Heavens, Loo,” returned her brother, “you are not in the habit of asking my advice. Say what you like. If you keep it to yourself, I shall keep it to my self. If you disclose it, there’s an end of it.”

It was too dark for either to see the other’s face; but each seemed very attentive, and to consider before speaking.

“Tom, do you believe the man I gave the money to, is really implicated in this crime?”

“I don’t know. I don’t see why he shouldn’t be.”