Her face was stained with tears.

Her voice shook with nervousness.
"You have been making secret inquiries about my uncle," she said.

"You have been seen talking to those who wish him ill." "How do you know this, Felicia ?" I asked calmly.
"Oh, I know!" she answered.

"They have told me." "Who ?" I asked.

"Who has told you ?" "Never mind," she answered, wringing her hands.