"Did you tell him why you married me?" Marie asked.
Chris flushed.
"What do you mean? Is it likely?"
"I thought you might, as—as it was only just a sort of business arrangement."
Chris stood still and looked down at her.
"Do you know that you have altered a great deal lately, Marie Celeste?" he said.
She forced herself to look at him.
"Do you mean my face?"
He frowned. "Your face—no! I mean in yourself! I was only thinking this morning that you seem absolutely different to—to the girl you were that day outside Westminster Abbey?"
She turned sharply away.