“Why!—Did you know any other Marcus Allen, then?” questioned Susan, in surprise. For the words had seemed to imply it.
“No,” replied Jessy. “No.”
“She seems queerer than usual—I hope her mind’s not going,” thought Susan. “Did you ever go to see Madame Caron, Jessy, while you were in London?”
“Never. Why should I? I didn’t know Madame Caron.”
“When Marcus Allen wrote to excuse himself from visiting us in the summer, he said he would be sure to come later,” resumed Susan. “I wonder if he will keep his promise.”
“No—never,” answered Jessy.
“How do you know?”
“Oh—I don’t think it. He wouldn’t care to come. Especially now he’s married.”
“And you never saw him in town, Jessy? Never even met him by chance?”
“I’ve told you—No. Do you suppose I should be likely to call upon Marcus Allen? As to meeting him by chance, it is not often I went out, I can tell you.”