As to the other secret, bon Dieu! we will pretend I do not know it, if you like.

At all events, you can vow that you never told me, if--if ever you are called upon to do so." She paused for a moment to finish off a thread.

Then, when she reached out her hand for the reel, she glanced at him with a smile, not unkind.
"So you need not pretend any more, monsieur," she said, seeing that Barebone was wise enough to keep silence.

"I do not know who you are, mon ami," she went on, in a little burst of confidence; "and, as I told you just now, I do not care.

And, as to that other matter, there is no ill-will.