This made me wonder what were the reasons for looking at her; and as a first step toward enlightenment I said:—“I’m sure I’ve seen the lady over there in gray—”
Merrick detached his eyes and turned them on me with a wondering look.
“Seen her? You know her.” He waited. “Don’t you know her? It’s Mrs. Reardon.”
I wondered that he should wonder, for I could not remember, in the Cumnor group or elsewhere, having known any one of the name he mentioned.
“But perhaps,” he continued, “you hadn’t heard of her marriage? You knew her as Mrs. Trant.”
I gave him back his stare. “Not Mrs. Philip Trant?”
“Yes; Mrs. Philip Trant.”
“Not Paulina?”
“Yes—Paulina,” he said, with a just perceptible delay before the name.
In my surprise I continued to stare at him. He averted his eyes from mine after a moment, and I saw that they had strayed back to her. “You find her so changed?” he asked.