"But you didn't believe?"
"No."
"You thought he was lying?"
"No, I thought it was just a kind of an idea he had. You know my husband isn't like other gentlemen."
"I imagine not," said Vodrey. "Now, when did you come to be perfectly sure that, your husband was the real Priam Farll?"
"It was the night of that day when Mr. Oxford came down to see him. He told me all about it then."
"Oh! That day when Mr. Oxford paid him five hundred pounds?"
"Yes."
"Immediately Mr. Oxford paid him five hundred pounds you were ready to believe that your husband was the real Priam Farll. Doesn't that strike you as excessively curious?"
"It's just how it happened," said Alice blandly.