“Are you very glad to see me, Varley?” she said, ignoring the question.
“Well, just a little,” he replied, with a smile. “But where—”
“Do you remember our bargain, Varley?” she said. “I promised that if ever I were in trouble that I would come back to you, and you promised to take me.”
“I remember,” he said, gravely. “And you are in trouble?”
“I have come back,” she said, significantly.
“What is the trouble?” he asked. “Where is your husband?”
The color mounted to her face.
“He is not here,” she said in a low voice.
“So I see,” he remarked, dryly. “Where is he?”
“He is in England,” she said, almost inaudibly.