"Yes."
"I thought she would tell you," he said tranquilly. "And has she told you about our unwise behaviour—our informal comradeship—reckless escapades?"
"Yes."
Grismer raised his head and looked at him intently.
"And has she related the circumstances of our marriage?" he asked.
"Partly."
Grismer nodded.
"I mean in part. There were many things she refused to speak of, were there not?"
"Yes."
He slowly unclasped his linked fingers and leaned forward on the couch, groping for his pipe. When he found it he slowly knocked the cinders from the bowl, then laid it aside once more.