"Does not read your letters?" Aunt Bessie repeated, in an incredulous tone of voice, while John and I looked at each other. I don't know how he felt, but a cold shiver ran down my back. It is one thing to confess, and quite another thing to be found out.
John retained his self-possession and said: "The author of Spoils was resolved, long ago, to reveal his identity whenever the twentieth edition should be out. The twentieth edition was out yesterday."
"Then we may congratulate you now," said Miss Lamb, with a delicious turn of the head, and a brimming sort of smile. "I have long wanted to."
This time John flushed, and Mrs. Ellerton looked more mystified than ever.
"What is it all about, Lilian?" she asked." Are you in the secret?"
"Yes, Aunt Bessie. I have been in the secret for more than three weeks. Is it possible that you did not recognize Mr. Brunt's description that first evening?
