The parcel she had taken from Boosey was now undone, revealing some three or four pairs of corsets. Laying the bundle on the table Vio used for her breakfast-tray the girl began to roll the corsets neatly.
There were so many questions I wanted to ask that I hardly knew where to begin.
"How long have you been coming to—to see my wife?"
"Oh, not so very long, a month perhaps."
"Did you know I was here?"
"Why, sure."
"Is that what brought you?"
She glanced up sidewise from her work, with one of those glances she alone could fling.
"Well, you have got a nerve. Suppose I said yes?"
"Who—who told you where to find me?"