Her tone had sincerity in it, and relieved him from the suspicion that she too might have received an anonymous letter. He leaned back in his chair smiling.
“What should I have heard?” Ada repeated impatiently, examining his face.
“Oh, I don’t know. We are always getting news, and there is so much more of bad than good. Mrs. Clarendon seems to be much better,” he added, slapping his leg with his gloves.
“Yes. You have heard from her?”
“Several times. I had a letter this morning.”
“What did she say?”
“She spoke of the necessary preparations for our marriage.”
Ada was silent. She had several times moved nervously on her chair, and now she seemed compelled by restlessness to change her position. A small ornament on a bracket had got out of position; she went and put it right.
“What preparations?55 she asked, walking to the window.
“I don’t exactly know. She wishes me to see her lawyer. Unfortunately,” he added in a joking tone, “you are not one of those girls whose marriage is a simple matter of the ceremony.”