“But there is one that I can see.” He paused. “A man can’t invite a young woman to marry him—when he is already married!”
It was out! He scarcely dared to look at her. Lady Linden said nothing; she sat down.
“Hugh!” She had found breath and words at last. “Hugh Alston! Did I hear you aright?”
“I believe you did!”
“You mean to tell me that you—you are a married man?”
He nodded. He realised that he was not a good liar.
“I would like some particulars,” she said coldly. “Hugh Alston, I should be very interested to know where she is!”
“I don’t know!”
“You are mad. When were you married?”
“June nineteen eighteen,” he said glibly.