"And this girl, this Miss Arminster! Was she in Montreal also?"
"She was," replied Marchmont. "I saw her."
"The hussy!" cried Miss Matilda, rising. "She shan't remain in my house another hour!"
"Hold on!" he exclaimed. "You forget your promise!"
"But after what you've said!"
"I haven't said anything. Miss Arminster's being in Montreal might have been merely a coincidence."
"But do you know something about her?"
"I've investigated her career," he replied, "and have found nothing objectionable in it, beyond the fact that she's rather fond of getting married."
"Getting married! But surely she calls herself Miss Arminster?"
"Ah, yes; but that's very common on the—I mean, not unusual in such cases."