“Oh, no. He said nothing about the affair, except to warn me.”
“But you think he knew of it?”
“I am sure of that,” she answered. All the same she was not quite so sure as her tone implied.
Zarka walked to the window and stood looking out. For a while there was silence, then Royda said, half timidly—
“Aubray, what is this mystery about the Harlbergs?”
He looked round sharply, then turned his head away again. “Mystery? There is no mystery. What makes you think so?”
“It is odd for them to live at that half-ruined farmhouse.”
“They are poor.”
“But none the less attractive.”
“What do you mean?”