“For your being married.”
She quite started in her seat.
“What do you mean?”
“You see I never knew it before.”
“You never knew what before?”
“That you were married.”
“Until when?”
“Until after you went out of the room to-night.”
The men were putting the clams around. She seemed to reflect. And then she peppered and salted them before she spoke.
“Bob is very wrong to talk so,” she said at last, picking up her fork, “when you’re his friend, too.”