"I want to know everything about you. Could you love Peter?"
For some reason, she felt constrained to use one of her small obstinacies.
"I couldn't love any man when another woman stood between us."
"That's a good girl. Did you love your husband?"
"My husband!" She choked upon the word. "Tom Fulton! Did you know him?"
"Oh, yes, I knew him."
"Was it likely I loved him?"
He was considering, it seemed.
"Yes," he said then, "it's very likely. Tom was a handsome devil."
"But he was—a devil."