There was silence, during which he pondered. The path was almost flowerless, gloomy. At the side, his heels sank into soft clay.
III
“I,” she said, very slowly, “I was married the same night as you.”
He looked at her.
“Not legally, of course,” she replied. “But—actually.”
“To the keeper?” he said, not knowing what else to say.
She turned to him.
“You thought I could not?” she said. But the flush was deep in her cheek and throat, for all her assurance.
Still he would not say anything.
“You see”—she was making an effort to explain—”I had to understand also.”