"Yes, Miss Connor."
"I think you ought to know that isn't my name."
"What is it, then?"
"Mrs. Connor."
"Mrs. Connor? Missis Connor?"
"Yes."
He came down into the room. His glance traveled rapidly to the four corners, like a wild animal dodging men and dogs. He had one question left, one chance of escape.
"Are you a widow?" he said.
"No, a married woman."
Stevens went slowly out of the door without replying. The woman whom he loved belonged to another man. It was like the end of the world.