"So I am," he answered, "but I don't quite understand—"
He paused.
"Understand what?" she demanded.
"Myself, if you must know."
She set down the glass which she had been in the act of raising to her lips.
"How queer you are!" she murmured. "Listen. You haven't got a wife or anything up in Cumberland, have you?"
"You know I haven't," he answered.
"You're not engaged to be married, you have no ties, you came up here perfectly free, you haven't even said anything yet—to Louise?"
"Of course not."
"Well, then—" she began.