“Yes, I saw you,” said Regina.
“What!”
“I was there.”
“You were dining at the Trocadero the night I took Madame Raumonier there?”
“I was.”
“And you never told me!”
“No, Alfred, I never told you.” Regina finished the last bit of omelette with relish, and sat back in her chair and waited for the rest of the story.
“You never told me!” repeated Alfred. “You cooked it up—you mean to tell me that you thought I was dining with her on my own account?”
“What else was I to think?”