I waited.
"You see," she began carefully, "Kitty's so—queer. You couldn't expect that insane arrangement with her to go on indefinitely—I mean that incredible engagement of yours. She was bound to find out something. She——"
"Yes—that's it—what did she find out?" broke once more from me.
"Sssh!... Of course she found out—about Evie—that it was Evie you were in love with. Naturally she did. What woman wouldn't? I saw it, with far less reason than Kitty had. We won't waste time over that. So after she left you, she expected week by week to hear of the next thing—your becoming engaged to Evie. Week by week, I say. How many weeks was it?"
"Four years."
"Week by week, for four years. All those weeks. If it didn't come one week it would be the next—you see. She prophesied it. It became an idée fixe. You never saw her during that time?"
"I never as much as——"
"Nor heard of her?"
"No."