As I passed through the upper entry, Veronica opened her door.

She was undressed, and had a little book in her hand, which she shook at me, saying, "There is the day of the month put down on which you came home; and now mind," then shut the door.

I pondered over what father had said; he had perceived something in me which I was not aware of.

I resolved to think seriously over it; in the morning I found I had not thought of it at all..