He leaned forward with an odd eagerness, behind which there was something terrible that went unperceived by her.
"Why did you not say so before?
How do you know?
What do you know ?" "I am sure that he did not." "Yes, yes.

But what makes you so sure?
Do you possess some knowledge that you have not revealed ?" He saw the colour slowly shrinking from her cheeks under his burning gaze.

So she was not quite shameless then, after all.

There were limits to her effrontery.
"What knowledge should I possess ?" she filtered.
"That is what I am asking." She made a good recovery.

"I possess the knowledge that you should possess yourself," she told him.