It was perhaps just as well that he was not aware how very differently Charles regarded himself.
"You are just going ?" Dare asked.
"In five minutes." Charles let his arm hang straight down, but Dare kept it.
"Tell me, my friend, one thing." Dare had evidently been turning over something in his mind.

"This poor unfortunate, this Stephens, why did he not tell you all this the _first_ time you went to see him in the afternoon ?" "He did." "What ?" said Dare, looking hard at him.

"He _did_, and you only tell me this morning! You let me go all through the night first.

Why was this ?" Charles did not answer.
"I ask one thing more," continued Dare.

"Did you divine two nights ago, from what I said in a moment of confidence, that Miss Deyncourt was the--the--" "Of course I did," said Charles, sharply.