“I see. Which of them did you know first?”
“I have known Lady Ingleby all my life,” said Myra, truthfully; “and I have known Lord Ingleby since his marriage.”
“Ah. Then he became your friend, because he married her?”
Myra laughed. “Yes,” she said. “I suppose so.”
“What’s the joke?”
“Only that it struck me as an amusing way of putting it; but it is undoubtedly true.”
“Have they any children?”
Myra’s voice shook slightly. “No, none. Why do you ask?”
“Well, in the campaign, I often shared Lord Ingleby’s tent; and he used to talk in his sleep.”
“Yes?”