“Yes,” he said. “I have known you a good many years, and have gathered that that is your way of looking at things. You want your wife to be in love with you. Odd! I suppose it is English. Well, I don't know if there is any harm done, but I certainly had a queer sensation when I saw Miss Cahere suddenly this morning. You think her a nice girl?”
“Very nice,” replied Cartoner, gravely.
Deulin looked at him with an odd smile, but Cartoner was looking at the letter before him.
“What I like about her is her quiet ways,” suggested Deulin, tentatively.
“Yes.”
Then they lapsed into silence, while Cartoner thought of his letter. Deulin, to judge from a couple of sharp sighs which caught him unawares, must have been thinking of Netty Cahere. At length the Frenchman rose and took his leave, making an appointment to dine with Cartoner that evening.
Out in the street he took off his hat to high heaven again.
“More lies!” he murmured, humbly.