"Others saw it, I suppose? Others that knew me? Those that did know my hand?"
"Yes, I fancy they did. I heard the question discussed."
"What question?"
"The question of the miracle. The question of the dead alive."
Kneedrock's lip curled and his huge shoulders stretched their sinews.
"Huh!" he grunted. "After all, it didn't matter. You'd already married her. You'd already begun to reap tares."
Now the pale eyes of Darling flashed ominously. "You've no right to say that," he said shortly with irritation.
"I'm not alone in saying it," returned the honorable viscount calmly. "I've heard it in the islands of the south seas. You didn't fancy it was a secret, I hope?"
Colonel Darling was silent.
"She's led you a pretty dance, I dare say."