"He told her I was her brother's wife."
"Ah! and she accepted you?"
"No, she has never accepted me."
"What!"
He glanced sharply up at her, and she met the look coldly. Her cheeks were burning, but there was nothing willingly responsive in her face. She repeated it: "Peter told her Tom had married me. I have reason to think she told him she did not believe it."
"Has Peter said that to you?"
"No, but I think so."
"Did she send for you, to go to see her?"
"No, I went without it."
"Now, how did she receive you?" His voice betrayed an amiable curiosity. He might have been interested merely in the vagaries of human nature, and particularly because Electra, as a handsome, willful creature, had paces to be noted. Rose laughed a little, in a way that jarred on him. He liked mirth to sound like mirth.