"I kenna what you're speaking about," he added loyally.
"Corp," she answered, "you needna be so canny, for the laddie is in the town, and Mr.Sandys has confessed all." "The whole o't ?" "Every risson." "About the glove, too ?" "Glove and all," said wicked Gavinia, and she continued to feast her eyes so admiringly on her deceived husband that he passed quickly from the gratified to the dictatorial.
"Let this be a lesson to you, woman," he said sternly; and Gavinia intimated with humility that she hoped to profit by it.
"Having got the glove in so solemn a way," he went on, "it would have been ill done of me to blab to you about it.

Do you see that now, woman ?" She said it was as clear as day to her.

"And a solemn way it was," she added, and then waited eagerly.
"My opinion," continued Corp, lowering his voice as if this were not matter for the child, "is that it's a love-token frae some London woman." "Behear's!" cried Gavinia.
"Else what," he asked, "would make him hand it to me so solemn-like, and tell me to pass it on to her if he was drowned?
I didna think o' that at the time, but it has come to me, Gavinia; it has come." This was a mouthful indeed to Gavinia.

So the glove was the property of Mr.Sandys, and he was in love with a London lady, and--no, this is too slow for Gavinia; she saw these things in passing, as one who jumps from the top of a house may have lightning glimpses through many windows on the way down.

What she jumped to was the vital question, Who was the woman?
But she was too cunning to ask a leading question.
"Ay, she's his lady-love," she said, controlling herself, "but I forget her name.