"Why not?"
He opened his hands expressively. If there were any answer to that question, she learnt that she was not going to get it.
"Are you going to be married?" she asked slowly.
He shook his head—laughing. Then understanding shot into her eyes, and a flash of jealousy came with it.
"I know," she exclaimed between thin lips.
"What do you know?"
"You're going to keep some woman here—some girl you're fond of."
It was the moment of intuition. She had struck deeper into his mind than even he was aware of himself.
"What makes you think that?"
"What you said."