"He did."
"And then?" hesitatingly.
"Oh, do not be afraid," she said, coldly; "he fell in love with another woman, and there was a divorce case."
"Verschoyle v. Verschoyle and Macgregor."
"You seem to know all about it," replied the lady, a little astonished. "He went to Australia with Miss Macgregor, and since then I have heard nothing about him. What became of them?"
"He married her."
"Oh!" drawing down the corners of her mouth, "then she is his wife now I presume?"
"No; she is dead!"
"Dead! Then my brother is coming back to England?"
"That I cannot tell you till I call on you, to-morrow."