“‘Then I wish to inquire when you last heard from Luigi Saviola.’
“I hated to answer that question—to confess the many days that had elapsed since I had seen or heard from my husband. Yet I answered:
“‘I have not heard from him since he left here for Paris, six weeks ago.’
“‘Ah!’ he said, very gravely.
“‘But I expect to see him soon,’ I added.
“‘Indeed!’ he exclaimed, in surprise.
“‘Yes, indeed. Of course. Why not?’ I demanded, in astonishment.
“He was silent.
“‘Why not?’ I again demanded, uneasily.
“He looked grave.