His astonished tone and awe-struck manner called to Diane's lips a little smile.
"It used to be," she said, trying to speak naturally; "it's Mrs. Eveleth now."
"Yes," he responded, with the absent air of a man getting his wits together; "I remember; that was the name."
"You knew, then, that I'd been married?"
"Yes; but I didn't know—"
His glance at her dress finished the sentence, and she hastened to reply.
"No; of course not. My husband died at the beginning of last summer—six months ago. I hoped some one would have told you before we met. But we have not many common acquaintances, have we?"
"I hope we may have more now—if you're making a visit to New York."
"I'm making more than a visit; I expect to stay."
"Oh! Do you think you'll like that?"