He rather wondered, that, if it were true that Forester had found it out, he had not said something to him directly about it,--but then he knew it was Forester's way not always to make known, at once, all that he knew in such cases.

But then he thought, again, that Forester _could_ not know any thing about it.

There was no way for him to have known it.

He was away all the morning, and did not come home until after Marco got back.

So he concluded that Forester did not know; but he began to wish that he did.