“Have you been down to Queen Street?” at last said Mrs. Fazackerly.
“Yes. You know he’s come. Harter’s come.”
“Has he?”
“Do you remember that I told you a little time ago she—Diamond—had written to him and asked him to come?”
“Yes.”
“In her letter she told him.”
“Told him?”
Nancy understood really what he meant, but it still seemed to her so extraordinary that she could almost have persuaded herself that she didn’t understand.
“Told him?” she repeated.
“About us,” said Bill, simply. “That she and I love one another.”