"Yes. Because of them."
"And now you know all about me?"
"Yes. Now I know all about you."
"Don't you want to know something about—about Mr. Tailleur?"
Lucy's face hardened. "No, I don't think I want to know anything about him."
He had made up his mind that Mr. Tailleur had been a brute to her.
"He is dead."
"Well, yes. I supposed he would be."
"He died four years ago. I was married very young."
"I supposed that too."