Presently he rose, came to Marco's bedside, and asked him if he was warm enough,--for the nights at this season of the year were beginning to be cool.
"Yes," said Marco, "I'm very comfortable." "Well, then, good night." So Forester took the lamp and walked slowly toward the door.
"Cousin Forester," said Marco.
"What ?" said Forester.
"Don't go just yet." Forester turned back and advanced to the foot of the bed.

There was a high foot-board at the foot of the bed, and Forester leaned upon it with the lamp in his hand.
"Is there any thing that you want to say to me ?" Marco was silent.

He looked distressed and embarrassed, and moved his head restlessly on his pillow.
"There's something wrong, isn't there, Marco," said Forester, "that you are thinking whether to confess to me or not?
If there is, do just as you choose about it.

I like to have you confess what you have done that is wrong, but then, if you do it at all, it must be done of your own accord." "Well," said Marco, "I want to tell you about my going away to play this forenoon." "How long were you gone ?" asked Forester.
"Pretty much all the forenoon," replied Marco.
"Well," said Forester, "I am very glad you concluded to confess it of your own accord, but I know all about it." Marco started up in his bed and looked his cousin in the face, and said, "Why, cousin Forester, how did you know ?" "To prove to you that I really did know, I will tell you what you did.
You got out of the window soon after I went away, and went over into Mr.Eldon's garden, where George Eldon and Samuel Warner were digging worms for bait.

Then you went with them down to the river.