“My, how touchy!” She shivered prettily. “I feel as if some one had thrown a pail of ice water over me.”
“We were speaking of your—this husband of yours,” he said, quietly. “Why have you never mentioned him to me? Is it quite fair?”
“It just slipped my mind,” she said, in the most casual way. “Besides, I thought you knew. My little girl is four—or is it five?”
“Where do you keep them?”
“I’ve got ’em in storage up at Tarrytown. That’s the Sleepy Hollow neighbourhood, isn’t it? I guess that’s why Harvey likes it so well.”
“What is his business?”
She looked up quickly. “What is that to you, Mr. Fairfax?”
“Nothing. I am in no way interested in Mr. Duluth.”
“His name isn’t Duluth,” she flashed, hotly. “If you are not interested in him, let’s drop the subject.”
“I retract what I said. I am always interested in curiosities. What’s he like?”