"Oh Eliot—does he?"
"I don't suppose he thinks precisely that. But I'm pretty sure he thought you and Colin cared for each other."
"What makes you think so?"
"His marrying Maisie like that."
"Why shouldn't he marry her?"
"Because it's you he cares about."
Eliot's voice was quiet and heavy. She knew that what he said was true.
That quiet, heavy voice was the voice of her own innermost conviction.
Yet under the shock of it she sat silent, not looking at him, looking
with wide, fixed eyes at the pattern the apple boughs made on the sky.
"How do you know?" she said, presently.
"Because of the way he talked to mother before he came to see you here.
She says he was frightfully upset when she told him about you and
Colin."
"She told him that?"