"I was thinking of Mrs. Darche," said Dolly at last.
"So was I. Extremes meet."
"They have met in that case, at all events," answered Dolly, growing serious. "It would not be easy to imagine a more perfectly ill-matched couple than Marion and her husband."
"Do you think so?" asked Vanbrugh, who was never inclined to commit himself.
"Think so? I know it! And you ought to know it, too. You are always there. Nobody is more intimate there than you are."
"Yes,—I often see them."
"Yes," said Dolly looking keenly at him, "and I believe you know much more about them than you admit. You might as well tell me."
"I have nothing especial to tell," answered Vanbrugh quietly.
"There is something wrong. Well—if you will not tell me, Harry Brett will, some day. He is not half so secretive as you are."
"That does not mean anything. The word secretive is not to be found in any respectable dictionary, nor in any disreputable one either, so far as I know."