“I—I don’t understand. You said she was there.”
“Begging your pardon, sir, it was Curtis that said so, though he knew she was in New York.”
“But what motive could he have had for thus misrepresenting matters?”
“He doesn’t want you to take her back.”
“I can’t believe you, Mrs. Barnes. He loves her, and wants to marry her.”
“He couldn’t marry her if she consented to take him.”
“Why not? Mrs. Barnes, you confuse me.”
“I won’t deceive you as he has done. There’s rason in plinty. He’s married already.”
“Is this true?” demanded Mr. Linden, in excitement.
“It’s true enough; more by token, to-morrow, whin he’s out, his wife will come here and tell you so herself.”