I said, "It's odd. He didn't seem to mind Jimmy so much the first day he met him."
"Oh, my dear—he didn't mind, because he never could have dreamed she'd marry him."
"He'll come round all right when he knows him," I said.
She shook her head and made little dabs at her face with her pocket-handkerchief.
"That's just it. He thinks he does know him. I mean he thinks he knows something. I'm sure he thinks it."
"My dear child, however could he? He couldn't even have heard. If you mean that Belgian business, it was all over and done with four years ago. Have we any of us thought of it since?"
"No—but I think he had an idea then. He guessed that there must be something. You see—we never told Vee-Vee, but—he thought it was awfully queer of her to go off—anywhere—just when he was sailing."
"Well," I said, "it was a bit odd. She must have been awfully gone on
Jimmy."
"She was."
"Poor dear. She said she meant to burn her boats."