She raised her eyes and lowered them again immediately.
"To your wife, I mean," she said.
"To—my—wife!"
She gave a little affected laugh.
"My dear Chris, don't pretend to be surprised when everyone down at the hotel noticed it, even on your honeymoon. Why, Mrs. Lister even asked me which of you was her husband—you or Mr. Dakers. So silly of her, of course, but it shows how people notice things. You know I always think that when a man dislikes women, as Mr. Dakers has always professed to do, in the long run he is bound to be badly caught."
Chris turned on her furiously.
"I think you forget you are speaking of my wife," he said.
She flushed scarlet.
"My dear boy, I meant nothing against her. I know as well as you do that there is nothing in it, on her side at all. I only meant that Mr. Dakers . . ."
"Dakers is my friend. I would rather not discuss him, if you have no objection."