She began with the natural beauty of the country through which they were driving, observed that the roads were better adapted to a horse than to an automobile, noted the pleasant situation of the Marsh house on the river shore, veered for a moment to the subject of good roads in France, came back to the blue reflection of the sky upon the smooth surface of the river, admired the situation of the vineyard, said that Madame's phaeton was extremely comfortable, and concluded by asking if it wasn't almost time for apple-blossoms.
"I Just Knew!"
"All of which means," said Alden, quietly, "that you're unhappily married."
"How do you know?" demanded Edith, crimson with surprise and mortification. "Did—did your mother tell you?"
"No, she didn't—most decidedly she didn't. I just know, that's all."
"How? Do I betray myself so completely as that?"
He answered her question by another. "How did you know, the night you came, that I was surprised and not altogether pleased by the fact that you had brought a trunk? Were my manners as bad as all that?"
"Why, no—I just knew."
"And how did you know, this morning, when we were sitting on the window-seat, that I was wondering whether or not you wore false hair?"
"Why—I just knew."