“No, sir,” said Miss Biggs in a low voice. “Not any hardly.”
“Why was that?”
“Well, mostly it was because she was starting to go with another crowd—the country-club crowd, you know. She was all the time with Mr. Farwell.”
“Exactly. Did you renew your intimacy at any later period?”
“No, sir, not ever.”
Once more the cotton fingers were busy with the treacherous tears, falling for Mimi, lost so many years ago—lost again, most horribly, after those unhappy years.
“Thank you, Miss Biggs. That will be all. Cross-examine.”
Mr. Lambert’s heavy face, turned to those drowned and terrified eyes, was almost paternal. “You say that for many years there was no intimacy between you and Mrs. Bellamy, Miss Biggs?”
“No, sir, there wasn’t—not any.”
“Mrs. Bellamy never took you into her confidence as to her feelings toward Mr. Ives after her marriage?”