"There is nothing very singular in that, I suppose?"
"And, sir, you visit them?"
"I have not as yet, but hope to do soon. We were all together in the same house in North Wales."
"Ah! at Craigaderyn Court?"
"Yes; Sir Madoc Lloyd's. Do you know Sir Madoc?"
"I have not that pleasure."
"Who, then, that you are acquainted with knows him?"
"My husband."
"Your husband!" said I, glancing at the plain hoop on the delicate little hand, which she was now gloving nervously.
"He was there with you; must have been conversing with you often. I saw you all at church together one Sunday afternoon, and frequently on the terraces and on the lawn; while!"--she covered her face with her hands--"while I loitered and lurked like an outcast!"