"A dull-witted clod did I call you?
'Twas flattery--sheer flattery; for I think ye're something worse.

Fool, can ye not see the difference that lies betwixt your disclosing a plot to the secretary of state, and causing this Caryll to disclose it--as might happen if he were seized?
First discover the plot--find out in what it may consist, and then go to Lord Carteret to make your terms." He looked at her, out of temper by her rebuke.

"I may be as dull as your ladyship says--but I do not see in what the position now is different from what it was." "It isn't different--but we thought it was different," she explained impatiently.

"We assumed that your father would not have betrayed himself, counting upon his characteristic caution.

But it seems we are mistook.