“Yes,” she said, hanging her head a little.
“So is the other, then.”
She nodded to him benevolently, but there were tears still in her eyes, and he seemed to see only them as he turned for one last look at his old friend’s widow ere she disappeared out of his life forever.
Lady Gwendolyn was reading in the salon as her husband entered, but, instead of greeting him with a smile, according to her wont, she went on with her paper, and did not even glance his way. He glided behind her, placed his hands round her slender throat, and drew her head back on his breast.
“Well, Gwen,” he said, trying to look into her eyes. “What is it, my love?”
“Nothing,” she answered, with an air of assumed indifference. “I had a bad headache this morning.”
“No wonder, as you cried yourself to sleep.”
She started violently.
“How do you know?”
“Through my eyes and my ears, Gwen.”