Sid smiled, but said nothing.
“Weren’t you disgusted with her for daring to do it without your consent? The bare idea of a woman who had loved you daring to have any new life on her own account! I am sure you had pictured her spending her days looking dreamily over the sea—waiting for your return. I know you had.”
As a matter of fact Sid had, and his feelings on hearing of Meriel’s marriage had been exceedingly mixed. It was perhaps as well that Rosamund had no record of them.
“Won’t you tell me what you really felt—just for fun? You can be honest, I shan’t mind.”
But Sid was too wise to be honest. He knew where these heart-to-heart confessions, just for fun, were apt to lead.
“I had no feelings. My one thought from beginning to end was to get back to my cage—and never go out of it again.”
“You were relieved then? You had been a little frightened, eh? Yes, you know you had, and you were glad to be let off the ordeal—now, weren’t you?”
Sid certainly had been, but he steadily refused to be drawn. And then Rosamund suddenly changed her tactics.
“But you haven’t asked anything about me during your retrospective pilgrimage!” she said.
“You!” exclaimed Sid, a look of peculiarly masculine surprise coming into his face.