"We had rather an interesting conversation. She's going to be married."
"Going to be married? To----"
He left the sentence unfinished, and the name unspoken; she smiled and nodded, as if she understood.
"I shouldn't be surprised; it's as likely to be him as anybody else. She's going to turn over a new leaf."
"Is she?"
"She's going to America with her husband."
"Are you sure of that?"
"I think she must have got married the very next day, and started the day after, because only the other morning a little box came through the post, postmarked Pittsburg, and in it was a piece of wedding cake, with a card on which was written, 'With the compliments of Julia Spurrier and her husband.'"
"Who was Julia Spurrier?"
"She was Jane Simmons; I dare say she had one or two other names besides, within your knowledge."