"Found me again!" And her thoughts seemed to float away, her mind not being strong enough yet to think connectedly. "How did you hear about me?" Before he could answer she said, "I suppose Ulick—" And then, with an effort to remember, she added, "Yes, Mérat told me he had come here," and the effort seemed to fatigue her.
"Perhaps it would be better if you didn't talk."
"Oh, no," she said, taking his hand, detaining it for a moment and then losing it; "tell me."
And he told her, speaking very gently so that his voice might not tire her, that Ulick had called at Berkeley Square.
"He told me you weren't going away with him."
A slight shudder passed through Evelyn's face, and she asked, "Where is Ulick?"
"He has gone away. If he had stayed he would have lost his post as secretary to the opera company."
Evelyn did not appear to hear the explanation, and it was some time before she said:
"He has gone away. I don't think we shall see much of him again, either you or I, Owen."
Owen did not resist asking if she regretted this, and she answered that she did not regret it at all. "And now you understand, Owen, what kind of woman I am; how hopeless everything is." In spite of herself, a little trace of her old wit returning to her, she added, "You see what an unfortunate man you are in your choice of a mistress."