“Stop! Please let me finish. I like you so much, that I am going to tell you a great secret.”
“You are engaged to be married?” he exclaimed.
“No; I am married already.”
Lord Tony halted. She also came to a full stop, and they looked at one another in expressive silence.
She was wonderfully cool, whilst he was crimson with astonishment; his eyes dilated, his mouth quivered, his lower lip dropped.
“You are joking!” he gasped out at last.
“No; indeed I am not.”
“And where is your husband?”
“He is in London. My father does not know that such a person exists.”
“Great Cæsar’s ghost!”