"Would you, in any of those cases, send for her?"
"I don't know," the Duke admitted.
"But," Jimmy asked him, "did you go to Paris this time to see the Duchess?"
"Since you ask me frankly," the Duke admitted, "I don't think that I did."
"At all events," the other said, "you surely did not go to spy on her, Westboro'?"
The Duke was silent, then answered quietly:
"I should never ask a question—not if it meant a certain discovery of something that I feared or suspected. I don't think I should ever seek to find out something she didn't want me to know."
Bulstrode, at the blindness of a man regarding his own intentions, smiled behind his cigar. "Well?" he helped.
"I went over to France," said the Duke—"and I suppose you'll scarcely believe a man who you say is not a lover to be capable of such sentimentality—simply, if possible, to have a sight of my wife, to see her go out of the door, or to see her go in, to see her possibly get into a carriage; and how did I know that it would not be with another man?"
"How did you find out that she had left?"