"And you, Ripon"—Carey pulled the other close to his lips and spoke almost in a whisper—"you are the only man that woman ever loved. I know it."
Geoffrey could make no answer. Again he rose to go.
"Where are you going?"
Geoffrey smiled and waved his hand vaguely. "To the West."
"Why?—I thought—you came over in Windsor's yacht—" The other stopped, embarrassed. Geoffrey was touched by his interest.
"Carey, will you give me a glass of your brandy?"
Geoffrey poured it out. "Miss Windsor is married."
"Who told you so?"
"Your wife."
Carey brought his fist down shivering on the table. "And you believe her?"