"If I am! Are you, Theodore? Oh, if only there is a way!"
"There may be, Lurana. It all depends on whether my name was used at the ceremony or not. Try to recollect and tell me."
"But I can't, Theodore. You were there—you must know!"
"Mr Skipworth wouldn't speak up; and I was much farther away than you were."
"Than I was, Theodore! But—but I wasn't there at all!"
"Not present at your own wedding?" I cried, "but I saw you!"
"It was not me!" she said, "it was Mlle. Léonie. Is it possible you didn't know?"
My heart leaped. "For heaven's sake, explain, Lurana; let us have no more concealments."
"When I arrived," she said, "Mademoiselle explained about the tiger, and how sorry she was it was too late to remove it, since she understood I had an antipathy to tigers; and I said, not at all, I adored tigers, so she took me to see the cage, and I—I only tried to tickle the tiger, but he was so dreadfully cross about it—I nearly fainted. And she said it was simply madness for me to go in, and that you were every bit as frightened as I was."
