She waited inexorably until he had settled down again.
‘Did you, Frank?’ she asked.
‘Did I what?’
‘Ever love any one else?’
‘My dear Maude, what is the use of asking questions like that?’
‘You said that there were no secrets between us.’
‘No, but there are some things better left alone.’
‘That is what I should call a secret.’
‘Of course, if you make a point of it—’
‘I do.’