"Yesterday morning."
"Mrs. Lessingham went on, I suppose?"
"Yes. I have been alone ever since, except that a visitor called."
"Alone?"
She met his eyes, and asked falteringly:
"You know why? You have heard about it?"
"Do you mean what happened the other day?" he returned, in a voice that sounded careless, unsympathetic.
"Yes."
"I know that, of course. Where is your husband?"
"I have neither seen him nor heard from him. I shouldn't have understood why he kept away but for the visitor that came—a lady; she showed me a newspaper."