“You mean he came to see you?”
I could not hide my concern. But there was no need to, for it flattered Claire’s vanity. “No—not yet, but he will. I met him at Jack Taylor’s—at a supper-party.”
“Did he know you were to be there?”
“No. But he didn’t leave when he saw me.”
There was a pause. I could not trust myself to say anything. But Claire had no intention of leaving me curious. “I don’t think he’s happy with her,” she remarked.
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, several things. I know him, you know. He wouldn’t say he was.”
“Perhaps he didn’t want to discuss it with you.”
“Oh, no—not that. He isn’t reserved with me.”
“I should think it was dangerous to discuss one’s wife under such circumstances,” I laughed.