"You would find it difficult. She is buried in Portugal."
"The place of your grandfather then, the place of any one whom you can trust."
"But why?"
"Well, let me ask. What are your plans?"
"My plans? Mr. Jones asked me that. I have a sort of a voice and I am looking for an engagement. But the season is ending. Then too I am told I ought to change my name. I won't do it."
"Hum! Ha! But it appears that you have."
He's crazy too, thought Cassy, who said: "I don't know what you are talking about."
Dunwoodie extracted his towel. "Why, my dear young lady, you are Mrs. Paliser."
Cassy flushed. "I am nothing of the kind. I don't know how you got such an idea."
Dunwoodie, quite as though he were doing some hard thinking, folded and refolded that towel which was his handkerchief. "Yet you married Montagu Paliser, Jr., did you not?"