"You don't want help?"
"It isn't a matter I can speak about."
"Oh!"
Her big fish was sulking in the deeps? It was a case for shark-bait and a "dipsy" lead.
"You won't tell me? Very well. Frankness is a privilege of friendship. I'll use it. Your wife is in love with my cousin Cortland."
Wray started violently.
"How do you know?"
She smiled. "Oh, I don't know. I guessed. It's true, though." She paused and examined him curiously. He had subsided in his chair, his head on his breast, his brows lowering.
"Are you unhappy?" she asked.
"No," he muttered at last. "It's time we understood each other."