“Run over,” she said, “last week.”
For a moment, I must confess, I was a little taken aback.
“But that doesn’t alter the fact,” I said, “that he was your lover.”
“Very likely not,” she said. “I don’t remember. But I daresay you’re right. There have been so many.”
“But do you mean to say,” I asked, “that there has been more than one?”
“Oh far, far more than one,” she said.
I began to rise again, and she put her finger on the mat.
“Let me hold it,” she said, “while you get up.”
This she did, and after a certain amount of difficulty, I once more towered above her.
“But your husband?” I said. “Does your husband know?”