“Oh, yes, I remember! He was. Give me that tea, please, Fanny, before you upset the cream-pitcher into it.”
Fanny recovered herself and hastily passed the cup over to her father, while Mrs. Price resumed.
“You were right, Edward—you always are! There’s something wrong. Diane has come home—alone!”
“Humph! What of that? He’s probably in New York, closing up his business before they sail.”
“She’s left him!”
“Eh?”
The dean jerked around in his chair and gazed at his wife in open-mouthed incredulity, while Fanny suddenly reddened and then paled. Only Mrs. Price, having recovered her breath, remained mistress of the situation.
“I said, she’s left him.”
“Nonsense! Your imagination always runs away with you, Julia. They haven’t been married six months.”
“I know it, but it’s true—the judge told me so himself.”