He went out to the kitchen . Mrs. Williamson looked at him deprecatingly . There was a flush on her faded cheek and her voice trembled . `` Mr. Marshall , I want to ask you a question . Perhaps you will think it is n't any of my business . But it is n't because I want to meddle . No , no . It is only because I think I ought to speak . I have thought it over for a long time , and it seems to me that I ought to speak . I hope you wo n't be angry , but even if you are I must say what I have to say . Are you going back to the old Connors orchard to meet Kilmeny Gordon ? '' For a moment an angry flush burned in Eric 's face . It was more Mrs. Williamson 's tone than her words which startled and annoyed him . `` Yes , I am , Mrs. Williamson , '' he said coldly . `` What of it ? '' `` Then , sir , '' said Mrs. Williamson with more firmness , `` I have got to tell you that I do n't think you are doing right . I have been suspecting all along that that was where you went every evening , but I have n't said a word to any one about it . Even my husband does n't know . But tell me this , Master . Do Kilmeny 's uncle and aunt know that you are meeting her there ? ''
`` Why , '' said Eric , XXXXX some confusion , `` I -- I do not know whether they do or not .
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