“Where have you come from?” asked Cosmo.
“From Cairntod, the place I came from that wild winter night,” answered Joan.
“But you are.... when were you.... how long.... have you been married?”
“Married! ” echoed Joan. “Cosmo, how could you!”
She looked up in his face wild and frightened.
“Well, you never wrote! and—”
“It was you never wrote!”
“I did not, but my father did, and got no answer.”
“I wrote again and again, and begged for an answer, but none came. If it hadn’t been for the way I dreamed about you, I don’t know what would have become of me!”
“The devil has been at old tricks, Joan!”