“Much better,” replied Rhoda, with a smile which emphasized her ambiguity.
She sat down, and he followed her example. Their relative positions called to mind many a conversation they had held in this room. Barfoot—he wore evening dress—settled in the comfortable chair as though he were an ordinary guest.
“I suppose you would never have written to me?”
“Never,” she answered quietly.
“Because you are too proud, or because the mystery is still a mystery?”
“There is no longer any mystery.”
Everard made a movement of surprise.
“Indeed? You have discovered what it all meant?”
“Yes, I know what it all meant.”
“Can you gratify my not unnatural curiosity?”