"I thought so," she said. "It's Judith?"
"Yes," he acknowledged savagely. "I've taken a little time to be a fool. Now I'm over it."
"If you are," she replied, "I'll tell you something."
"What next?" he asked, his face darkening.
"I went by the Peases' at half-past five," she began slowly, watching him. "I was on the other side of the street. You know it's almost dark at that hour?"
"Oh, tell me!" he commanded.
"I saw two people at the door," she went on more rapidly. "They were George Mather and Judith. They opened the door, the hall was lighted inside, and I saw their figures against the light. As they went in—it wasn't much, but he put his arm around her."
Ellis started abruptly from his chair, went to his desk, and stood looking down at it; his back was to her. "I thought you said you were over it," she remarked.
As abruptly he returned and took his seat. "I expected that."
"Well," she asked, "and now what?"