"Well, you're very good-tempered," she conceded with a remorseful glance. "I should feel better if you'd hit me back."
"I've no weapon."
"Yes, you have." Her tone was marked and significant; he looked straight and attentively in her face; her eyes were not on his watching face but on her husband whose head was bent in courteous attention to Lady Muddock's doubtfully expounded platitudes.
"Look here, do you know anything?" he asked.
"Yes," said she without turning towards him.
He grew surer of his ground and hazarded his shot with confidence.
"About a thousand pounds?"
"Yes."
"Ah, married men, married men! It wasn't his secret. And why in heaven's name did he tell you?"
"He was right to tell me. I like the truth."