"I have never seen you at the theatre," he said, easily, taking a chair, "so it never struck me that Fairy Fan, who was delighting the British public, was the same as Mrs. Anchor of San Francisco."
"Nor is she," replied the little woman, seating herself on the sofa. "After the sad death of my husband, I took my maiden name again."
"Miss Berry?" inquired Eustace.
"Fanny Berry," she replied, nodding. "I am over here with my uncle." She glanced uneasily at the door, thinking he might come in. "His name is Banjo Berry. He is a merchant captain, but in 'Frisco you knew him as Edward Sakers."
"Oh I thought--"
"I know you did," she interrupted petulantly, "and so did everyone else. But he is my relative, and nothing more. Owing to some trouble connected with the casting away of a fruit schooner on a South Sea reef, he was obliged to call himself Sakers. As I told you, my husband's behaviour became so impossible that I had to leave."
"You never told me that," said Jarman, serenely; "but at our last interview you hinted that I might fight Anchor with revolvers."
"I don't deny it. The man treated me shamefully. I was a good wife to him." Miss Berry--as it is best to call her--squeezed out a tear. "But he--he--well, what's the use of going over the old ground. You know how jealous he was."
"And I know how he loved you," said Eustace, pointedly.
"What about yourself?" she responded flippantly.