'You have never been married,' she said simply.
'Do you mean that you, too, are neglected?' something impelled him to exclaim.
'Worse,' she murmured.
'It is incredible!' he cried. 'You!'
'Hush! My husband will hear you.'
Her warning whisper brought him into a delicious conspiracy with her. 'Which is your husband?' he whispered back.
'There! Near the casement, standing gazing open-mouthed at Cecilia. He always opens his mouth when she sings. It is like two toys moved by the same wire.'
He looked at the tall, stalwart, ruddy-haired Anglo-Saxon. 'Do you mean to say he—?'
'I mean to say nothing.'
'But you said—'