"Not at all. That is I thought I did, but the man who performed the ceremony was a gardener."
"Dear me! Is it possible! And where was this?"
What is it to you? thought Cassy. "At Paliser Place, if you must know."
"And when did it occur?"
"Really, Mr. Dunwoodie, I can't see why you are putting me through this examination, but if it is of any benefit to you, it happened just five days before he died."
"Anybody about?"
"Oh, yes. There were two other servants who enjoyed it very much. I heard them laughing and I don't blame them. It was a rare treat. A child would have laughed at it. All my fault too. I behaved like a ninny. But my great mistake was in telling my father. I would give the world if I had not. Won't you please send for Mr. Jones? As I told you, I don't know why I am here."
Dunwoodie shook out the towel. "You must blame him then. He said you were Paliser's widow."
"Well, you see I am not."
"Yet you consented to be his wife."