“She said, ‘Oh, look, El’s got another girl!’ ”
“Did you make any comment on that?”
“Yes; I said, ‘That’s clear gain for you, darling’——” He caught himself up, olive skin a tone paler, teeth deep in his lip. “I said, ‘That’s clear gain for you, but a bit hard on Sue.’ ”
“You were aware of Mr. Farwell’s devotion to your wife?”
Behind Stephen Bellamy’s tragic eyes someone smiled, charming, tolerant, ironic—and was gone.
“It was impossible to be unaware of it. Mr. Farwell was candour itself on the subject, even with those who would have been more grateful for reticence.”
“Your wife made no attempt to conceal it?”
“To conceal it? Oh, no. There was nothing whatever to conceal; his infatuation for Mimi was common property. She laughed about it, though I think that sometimes it annoyed her.”
“Did she ever mention getting a divorce in order to marry Farwell?”
“A divorce? Mimi?” His eyes, blankly incredulous, met Mr. Lambert’s inquiring gaze. After a moment, he said, slowly and evenly, “No, she never mentioned a divorce.”