"Oh, but they made such a lot of fun of me—at Westport. They're not very merciful—that crowd."
Markham's gaze shifted.
"Yes, I know," he said quietly.
"Oh, have you heard?" his companion laughed suddenly.
"About Crosby Downs."
"No."
"He has married Sybil Trenchard."
Markham took a puff at his pipe.
"Really? Why?"
She laughed. And then quickly.