"In Peru, and that's in South America."
Leah nodded. "I did learn geography at school," she said, setting down her empty cup; and when Askew coloured at the implied snub, softened it by asking a friendly question: "You are surprised at meeting Mr.--er--er--Berring, here?"
"Yes; I said so before. A nice sort of chap, but selfish."
"What a reader of character you are, Mr. Askew!" He looked up eagerly. "You know him, then."
"A little. Why do you ask?"
The young man stared at the ground, and replied in muffled tones: "I thought you might have met his wife."
"Mrs. Berring?"
"Of course."
Leah began to laugh. The idea that Jim might be a bigamist had never struck her before. She had guessed that there was a woman connected with those frequent journeys to Lima, but that Jim had adopted the Mormon religion was news. Some women would have been angry, but Leah had no amatory feelings likely to arouse jealousy, so she was frankly amused at her husband's duplicity. Also, she was sorry for Mrs. Berring, who perhaps was silly enough to love Jim.
"Is she a nice woman?" was her next question.