'I do not know how you came to meet him last night, or what passed between you, for we do not share each other's confidences.
I think, however, that you have read him aright.

Now I have something to ask you.

You had a letter from him inviting you to leave England and to come here, had you not ?' 'Yes, I had.' 'Did you observe nothing on the outside ?' I thought of those two sinister words which had puzzled me so much.
'What! it was you who warned me not to come ?' 'Yes, it was I.

I had no other means of doing it.' 'But why did you do it ?' 'Because I did not wish you to come here.' 'Did you think that I would harm you ?' She sat silent for a few seconds like one who is afraid of saying too much.

When her answer came it was a very unexpected one: 'I was afraid that you would be harmed.' 'You think that I am in danger here ?' 'I am sure of it.' 'You advise me to leave ?' 'Without losing an instant.' 'From whom is the danger then ?' Again she hesitated, and then, with a reckless motion like one who throws prudence to the winds, she turned upon me.
'It is from my father,' said she.
'But why should he harm me ?' 'That is for your sagacity to discover.' 'But I assure you, mademoiselle, that in this matter you misjudge him,' said I.