"Life—fiddlesticks! It was life with a good deal of help from Alix Adare." She added, on one occasion: "Why didn't you take that young Strangways—frankly, now?"
"Because," I smiled, "I don't believe in polyandry."
"But you're fond of him. That's what beats me! You're fond of one man and you're marrying another; and yet—"
I don't know what color I turned outwardly, but within I was fire. It was the fire of confusion and not of indignation. I felt it safest to let her go on, hazarding no remarks of my own.
"And yet—what?"
"And yet you don't seem like a girl who'd marry for money—you really don't. That's one thing about you."
I screwed up a wan smile.
"Thanks."
"So that I'm all in the dark. What you can see in Hugh—"
"What I can see in Hugh is the kindest of men. That's a good deal to say of any one."