Crocodile Tears. ’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. You’re all dependents—all of you. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. But, go and see who it is, love.