“And he allowed you to make this journey alone?” he asked in those ultra-quiet tones which were always so ominous with him.
“He—he did not know. I—I had left him.”
He was silent a moment, then he looked at her hand.
“Where is your wedding-ring?” he asked, as quietly as before.
She looked at her hand.
“I have left it behind me,” she said. “I—I am not his wife any longer.”
“Divorced?”
She crimsoned to her neck.
“No. I—I have only left him.”