She shouted at rather than spoke to him.
"Perhaps I shall not be married to you at all."
He stared at her in genuine amazement.
"Gladys! What are you talking about? What do you mean?"
"I don't know what I mean; I almost hope I never may know."
"My dear child; that wretched man."
"Have you ever seen him before?"
"Seen whom?"
"You know quite well. That--wretched man."
"So far as I'm aware, never in my life. What makes you ask such a question?"