Flora leaned forward with knitted brows. "Yes, I can see that, but still, just among ourselves, this morning—"
Harry smiled. "You've lost sight of the fact that it is just among ourselves the thing has happened."
"Oh, oh! Now you're ridiculous!"
"I might be, if the thing had happened anywhere but in this town; but think a moment. How much do we know of the people we meet, where they were, and who they were, before they came here? There's a case in point. It was not quite 'among ourselves' this morning."
"Harry, how horrid of you!" She was on the point of declaring that she knew Kerr very well indeed; but she remembered this might not be the thing to say to Harry.
"My dear girl, I'm not saying anything against him. I only remarked that we did not know him."
"Don't you, Harry?"
He gave her a quick look. "Why, what put that into your head?"
"I—I don't know. I thought you looked at him very hard last night in the picture gallery. And afterward, at supper, don't you remember, you did not want me to mention your connection with something or other he was talking about?"
"Something or other he was talking about?" Harry inquired with a frowning smile.