"She came back, you know that, and went out West for a divorce. Then she married an ass of an Englishman, named the Honorable Cecil somebody."
"Good Lord! You've known that all these years?"
"Pretty nearly."
"Why in the devil didn't you tell me before?"
Nevins shrugged his shoulders. "My dear fellow, I don't feel the necessity to confide to you the secrets of my bosom."
"I call that a sneak."
"Why couldn't you find it out for yourself?"
"Because I don't go round diving into other people's affairs."
"Neither do I," responded Nevins, with dignity.
"How did you know, then?"