"Met her? In society? My dear!—he has never met her anywhere."
"Then would he—would he really know?"
"It isn't only the Colonel. All the men in the hotel say the same thing. You can see how they stare at her."
"You may depend upon it, they know more than we do."
"How can they? How—how do they tell?"
"I suppose they see something."
Miss Keating saw it, too. She shuddered involuntarily. Her knees shook under her. She sat down.
"I'm sure I don't know what it is," said the old lady.
"Nor I," said Miss Keating faintly.