Knight’s countenance sank. “To be married to him?” came huskily from his lips.
“Yes. Oh, forgive me! I had never seen you, Harry.”
“To London?”
“Yes; but I——”
“Answer my questions; say nothing else, Elfride Did you ever deliberately try to marry him in secret?”
“No; not deliberately.”
“But did you do it?”
A feeble red passed over her face.
“Yes,” she said.
“And after that—did you—write to him as your husband; and did he address you as his wife?”