"Ah ... now I place him. They were talking of him at dinner last night. He has an impossible wife, it seems, that he can't get rid of."
"The Marchese is separated from his wife. There's no divorce in Italy, I believe," said Susan.
"That must seem odd to an American," observed Lady Wychcote in her dryest tone.
Susan resented this tone and the remark, but made no reply.
Her ladyship was again looking towards the garden through her face-à-main.
"He's a very good-looking young man, is he not?" she said at last.
"Yes," assented Susan.
"He comes quite often I suppose?"
Susan looked straight at her.
"What would you call often?" she asked.