He smiled grimly.
“It’s like being dead, you know,” he remarked, thinking how pretty she had grown to be, how slender and graceful. He noticed how prettily her fair hair grew on her forehead and on the nape of her white neck. He was the more surprised when she turned a strangely searching look on him, and her face flushed.
“Did you know that Diane had left him?”
“What?”
She nodded.
“It’s true—the judge told mama.”
Overton made no reply at first; he seemed incapable of speech, and Fanny saw the blood rush up to his forehead.
“Are you sure?” he managed to gasp out at last.
“Oh, yes; mama just heard it from the judge. I—I shouldn’t have told. Please don’t tell her that I did!”
He commanded himself again with difficulty.