CHAPTER IV
A QUESTION OF OBLIGATION
Afternoon tea was being served in the hall at Beauleys on the day after Saton’s arrival. Saton himself was sitting with Lois Champneyes in a retired corner.
“I was going to ask you,” he remarked, as he handed her some cakes, “about Mr. Rochester’s marriage. He was a bachelor when I—first met him.”
“Were you very intimate in those days?” she asked.
“Not in the least,” he answered, with a faint reminiscent smile.
“Then you never heard about the romance of his life?” she asked.
Saton shook his head.
“Never,” he declared. “Nor should I ever have associated the word with Mr. Rochester.”