“It was pretty hard, at first,” he said; “but—well, you see, I’ve thought a bit about it, and after all I’m glad we didn’t get married.[Pg 356]”
“Oh!” cried Lexy, profoundly shocked. “But that’s—”
“Because I—you see, she didn’t—well, I don’t think she really liked me very much.”
Lexy was astounded.
“Fact!” said he. “What she wanted was romance, and all that sort of thing. She wanted to get away from home, and I was the only chance she had; so there you are!”
“That wasn’t very fair to you!”
“I don’t blame her,” he said thoughtfully. “We were both—but what’s the sense of talking about all that? The thing is to find her!”
Lexy agreed to that promptly.
“Now I’ll tell you everything that’s happened,” she said.
He listened to her with alert attention. He interrupted her often to ask questions, but they were always questions that she could answer. He wanted all the facts, and what Lexy told him he unquestioningly accepted as fact. When she said she had seen Caroline at the doctor’s house, he believed her. He didn’t suggest that her eyes might have deceived her. He trusted her—not only her good intentions, but her good sense.