Palmer, for it was really he, flushed up.
"Perhaps you belonged to that mob that assaulted our troupe," he sneered. "Your actions here are in the same line."
"No, I had no fault to find with the theatrical company," returned James Talbot slowly. The meeting had surprised him greatly, and he began to wonder how he might turn it to account. "I wonder if you know who I am?" he added, after a pause.
"I can't say that I do."
"I am James Talbot, the husband of the lady upon whom you called."
"Oh! Then you are Robert Frost's step-father," exclaimed Livingston Palmer.
"I am. May I ask what induced you to call upon my wife?"
Again Palmer flushed up.
"I think, Mr. Talbot, that that was my affair."
"Do you mean to say you refuse to tell?"