'It is.'
'Where were you married, Mrs. Merrett?'
'What has that to do with you, sir?'
He smiled, though not what I should call merrily.
'True. What has it? I was only thinking that, if he had one pseudonym he may quite possibly have had another, and that his name might not be Merrett after all: in which case, as his wife, you might find yourself in a peculiar position.'
'I don't see how. I married him in good faith, and whether his name is Brown or Robinson, I'm his wife.'
'I should advise you not to be too certain. The law has its own way of looking at such matters.'
'I'm not afraid of the law. When I require its protection, Mr. Howarth, I shall have it. Why have you come to put such thoughts into my head?'
'I was thinking of you last night after you had gone, and I could not but feel interested in your case, both on account of your youth and your beauty.'
My fingers began to tingle that he should talk to me like that.