"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to see you, Iris; to assure you of my sympathy."
"Is that true?"--she looked searchingly at him--"or did you come to learn all the particulars of our shame, to publish them to the world?"
"Whatever I publish will be in your favour," retorted Paul. "I am your friend--not your enemy."
"My friend? God knows I need one! I suppose everyone in Marborough knows that Milly is dead?"
"Yes; many people know."
"And that she was--murdered?"
"They know that also."
Iris looked at him strangely. "Who do they say killed her?" she demanded.
"Nobody knows; nobody ventures an opinion."