'It's not fit for much more, I fear.'
'I shall remember it. And now, as a formality—and perhaps as a concession to the postman—who are you?'
'My name is Airey Newton.'
'I never heard Vesey mention you.'
'No, I expect not. But I knew him very well. I'm not an impostor, Mrs. Trevalla.'
'Why didn't he mention you?' asked Trix. Vesey had been, on the whole, a communicative man.
He hesitated a moment before he answered.
'Well, I wrote to him on the subject of his marriage,' he confessed at last.
She needed no more.
'I see,' she said, with an understanding nod. 'Well, that was—honest of you. Good night, Mr. Newton.'