Then, suddenly, he frowned—and made a short bow.
"She had the impudence to speak to me," he said.
I smiled and made no comment. For the life of me, I could not determine if his surprise were natural or assumed.
He crossed to a front window and watched her out of sight.
"There is no discounting her beauty," he remarked.
I was silent.
He came over, and dropped into a chair on the other side of the table. It was just where Mrs. Spencer had sat, and, so, a very fit place for him.
"She must be a most extraordinary woman," he observed.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Yet, what I can't understand, is what she hopes to gain by masquerading, here, as your wife."