“Her hand was raised and her lips primmed in reproof.
“Oh, dear, dear, dear! That was very bad,” she said. “Very bad indeed, Miss Treherne. If I had not come in when I did—oh, dear me! You were, I am afraid, about to commit a very grave imprudence.”
Rachel had the oddest sense of guilt. Amusement contended with offence.
Miss Silver came nearer.
“Shall I tell you what you were about to say when I came into the room? You said, ‘Richard—’ and what you were going to say was, ‘I didn’t fall over the cliff—I was pushed.’ Is that not correct?”
Rachel’s eyes sparkled a little.
“Quite correct. And why shouldn’t I have said it?”
Miss Silver shook her head.
“Most, most imprudent. But there—we will say no more about it. Shall we sit down?”
When they were seated she resumed with a good deal of briskness in her voice.
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