She waited a moment; then, “When is he coming?” she inquired, abruptly.
“Let me see—to-day’s—”
“Monday;” the word came swiftly between her set teeth.
“Ah, yes—Monday; well,” reflectively, “next Monday, my dear.”
Mrs. Drayton rose, and began to pace softly the narrow passage between the table and the tent wall, her hands clasped loosely behind her.
“How long have you known this?” she said, stopping abruptly. “O John, you needn’t consider; it’s quite a simple question. To-day? Yesterday?”
Her foot moved restlessly on the ground as she waited.
“I think it was the day before yesterday,” he replied.
“Then why, in heaven’s name, didn’t you tell me before?” she broke out, fiercely.
“My dear, it slipped my memory. If I’d thought you would be interested—”