Mrs. Fairfax accepted this ungallant observation calmly. She recognized the fact that his side of the question had its aspects.
She waited for Garrison to speak again.
A knock at the door startled them both. A postman entered, dropped two letters on the desk, and departed down the hall.
Garrison took up the letters. One was a circular of his own, addressed to a lawyer over a month before, and now returned undelivered and marked "Not found," though three or four different addresses had been supplied in its peregrinations.
The second letter was addressed to himself in typewritten form. He was too engrossed to tear it open, and laid them both upon the table.
"If I took this up," he presently resumed, "I should be obliged to know something more about it. For instance, when were we supposed to have been married?"
"On the 10th of last month," she answered promptly.
"Oh!" said he. "And, in case of necessity, how should we prove it?"
"By my wedding certificate," she told him calmly.
His astonishment increased.