‘Oh, I know such lots of men!’
‘So do I,’ said Nora.
She was sitting on the side of the bed as she spoke, nursing her knees and looking her husband straight in the face.
‘You talk like a fool,’ she continued hotly. ‘As if a girl could remember every man she has met! And you have not mentioned people much nearer home to me. Who is Miss Llewellyn?’
The question took Ilfracombe so completely by surprise, that he did not know what to say.
‘Miss Llewellyn!’ he stammered. ‘Who has ever said anything to you about Miss Llewellyn?’
‘I heard you mention her name this evening to Mr Castelton.’
‘Indeed! what sharp ears you must have!’
‘Perhaps, but that is no answer to my question. Who is she?’
‘Well, if you must know, she is, or rather was, my housekeeper. An interesting discovery, isn’t it?’