'Many things have happened during the last day or two.'
'Yes. Have you told us of them all?'
'Of them all? What do you mean?'
'Douglas, don't you know what I mean?' She came close to me, laying her hand upon my arm. I actually quivered beneath her touch; a fact of which I had an uncomfortable conviction she was conscious. 'I've another fancy--which is also a very vivid one, that there is something behind all this of which you've said nothing. Douglas, can't you tell me?'
'What your fancy is? I'm afraid you ask something which is beyond my capacity; since it probably takes the shape of poetry rather than prose.'
'Douglas--is Twickenham married?'
'Married? My dear Edith, is that the shape your fancy takes? I know no more whether he was married than you do. Although I have a private conviction--to which I intend to adhere till the contrary is proved--that he wasn't.'
My manner plainly showed her that her shot had failed to hit the mark. She let fly another arrow; this time with a better aim.
'Douglas, where did you see him first?'
'Some day I may tell you. I don't propose to now.'