"You're not thinking of—popping in?" he said.
"It hadn't occurred to me," I answered.
"Good," he said, relieved. "It's cold, and damn silly. It just occurred to me. You seem interested. I can't swim."
"Neither can I," I said.
"Then it would be damn silly," he said. "Good-night."
And then I heard Cheneston's voice.
"Where is your husband?"
"Ah," murmured the old gentleman, "now I see."
"Oh," I said stupidly, "he—he didn't wait."
"I followed you," Cheneston said. "I had to know things."