Polly lingered on the wharf, watching. So did Rosalind. When the procession had passed from ear-shot, the two women looked at each other.
"I had no idea, of course," said Rosalind, "that there had been—well, that anything had happened between you two."
Polly stared and was silent for half a minute.
"Nothing ever did happen between Billy and me," she answered slowly.
"But—"
"Where did you find him?" demanded Polly.
"At Clayton, of course. He came aboard while I was shopping. One of the men met him at the train and brought down his grips."
Polly's brow was furrowed deeply.
"I cannot understand it," she muttered. "It's—it's beyond belief."
"What?"