Harrison Smith leapt to his feet and paced up and down.
"I knew I was right," he said, "but what the deuce does it mean?
Anything else to tell me?"
"Yes. Sit down, for Heaven's sake. My head's aching and you irritate me walking about."
He obeyed and continued his interrogation.
"In love with him once, weren't you?"
"Once," she replied.
"And you've no very good reason for wishing him well?"
"I've a very particular reason for wishing him ill."
"Hm! His engagement to Miss Irish?"
"Perhaps."