Armitage, who had not seen her since they had attended school together in Louisville, paid no attention to her question.
"I had no idea you were in Newport."
"I suppose I should expect more of one of my very oldest and best friends," she said.
"I was in the Philippines when you married; faint rumors of the event penetrated even there. I was too prostrated to write; besides, I didn't receive any cards." He paused a moment. "Van Valkenberg—that's so; I remember now. He—"
"I am a widow," said Sara soberly.
"Oh," he was silent, not knowing what to say.
She hastened to relieve his embarrassment, smiling brightly.
"I was to go to see Anne later in the week, but when I saw you, I simply could n't wait another minute. I wanted a front seat at this little comedy. You see," she raised her eyes knowingly, "I have n't asked you why you are here in the Wellington livery and driving the Wellington car because—because I rather imagine I can guess the reason."
She glanced at Armitage, who did not reply.
"Fancy my missing this romance," she went on, laughing musically. "Jack, it's perfectly delightful. It's more than delightful, it's sublimely rich. You, you of all men! Come, won't you confide in me? Ah, go on." Her eyes were brimming with laughter.