They exchanged glances--Hortensia watching them, breathless, her own mind working, too, upon this question that Mr.Caryll had set, yet nowhere finding an answer.
"I had thought," said her ladyship at last, "that you promised to tell us something that it was in our interest to hear.

Instead, you appear to be asking questions." Mr.Caryll shifted in his chair.

One glance he gave the countess, then smiled.

"I have sought at your hands the reasons why you should desire my death," said he slowly.

"You withhold them.