“And how did you happen to come here?”
“To your wedding. I hurried my own a little on that account.”
“Molly, then you knew about me!”
Molly swept down upon the sofa and folded her friend in her arms.
“Knew about you! Why, my dear, I knew about you in Zurich. How could I help it? How could any one help it?”
“Why, Molly, was it as bad as that?”
“Worse,” said the signora briefly.
“But you never could have known that I would marry him in Genoa then?”
“Oh, no; of course I didn’t know about Genoa, I only knew you were bound to marry him somewhere.”
“When did you know about Genoa?”