"Hush!" he said. "They'll hear you."
He was glad he had shut that door, and thankful there was not a soul on the stairs.
"I was right!" she said, "I was right.... I knew it! You were there when she came here first as his widow, and I told his mother to her face it was a wicked plot!"
"Julia," said Rackham, "you don't know what you are saying."
She controlled herself a little. He held her wrist.
"Didn't you see them in there?" she asked. "Didn't you hear him?"
"If you mean Barnaby," he said, "I was looking out for our places. I didn't notice whereabouts they were till you clutched at me. They didn't see us at all."
"I heard him," she said, in the same wild key of triumph. "I heard his own words.—He said she was not his wife."
"Hush!" said Rackham vehemently, and then, more slowly—"Julia, are you sure of that?"
She tried to imitate him, to whisper, but she was too excited.