"To which," said I, "I made no audible reply, but pressed your hand in mine, with the certainty you were a friend though you had not used the word 'Counterfeit.'"
"Yes, yes," she returned, blushing and wildly disturbed, as she had reason to be.
"And you, Uncle Joe," I went on; "what were your words? How did you greet the man you had been told was your erring nephew?"
"I said: 'To counterfeit wrong when one is right, necessarily opens one to a misunderstanding.'"
"To which ambiguous phrase I answered, as you will remember, with a simple, 'That is true,' a reply by the way that seemed to arouse your curiosity and lead to strange revelations."
"God defend us!" cried Uncle Joe.
The exclamation was enough. I turned to the trembling Edith.
"I shall not attempt," said I, "to repeat or ask you to repeat any conversation which may have passed between us, for you will remember it was too quickly interrupted by Mr. Benson for us to succeed in uttering more than a dozen or so words. However, you will do me the
