"Nearly two years ago."
"Were you keen on him then?"
"No. I—well, I was keen on somebody else. Only that was a mistake too. He—he was one of those people, you know."
"They can't help themselves," said Wimsey, soothingly. "When did the change-over happen?"
"The other man went away. And later on, Dr. Penberthy—oh! I don't know! He walked home with me once or twice, and then he asked me to dine with him—in Soho."
"Had you at that time told any one about this comic will of Lady Dormer's?"
"Of course not. How could I? I never knew anything about it till after she died."
Her surprise sounded genuine enough.
"What did you think? Did you think the money would come to you?"
"I knew that some of it would; Auntie told me she would see me provided for."