“And you think that will be enough for me?”
“I think it ought to be.”
“Do you know who the lady is you are speaking about so confidently?”
“Yes. You know her as Miss Langton, the actress.”
“And you?”
“As Annie Braithwaite—my wife!”
Aubrey stood the shock well, but not too well for the other man to see that his announcement was a terrible surprise. This conversation had been carried on in low tones; but, as Harry raised his voice on his last words, Annie, in the sitting-room, had recognized it; and she opened the door and faced the two men, white and trembling.
“Harry!” said she, in a low voice.
“Is it true, then, that this man is your—husband?” asked Aubrey.
“Yes,” answered she, hanging her head, and without looking at him.