'That was my James. And that was where Mr. Smith--or Mr. Howarth, as it seems that he is--first saw him.'
'Indeed! And when did he first see him? On what day?'
'Let me see. It was the Thursday before he went away--that was a fortnight last Thursday.'
'A fortnight last Thursday?'
The young lady burst out with something I didn't understand.
'How very odd! That was the day on which he first saw Twickenham.'
The other lady was silent for, I should think, quite a minute. And when she did speak her voice seemed changed.
'Yes; it is odd. At that time your husband was giving an exhibition as--what?'
'As a sleeping man.'
'As a sleeping man? What a strange thing to do! What kind of man is your husband? Is he old?'