"Six years," she said, looking up with a faint blush on her white face, "and Nancy will be five in a week."
"You never happened to meet this Walter Leigh?"
"Never."
"Did your husband ever speak of him to you until two days ago?"
"It is strange, but he never did. He is, as a rule, a very busy man—much occupied with a growing practice."
"Did you happen to know any of his college friends?"
"No."
"You were not in any way connected with that part of his life?"
"No; we never met until, at least, three years after my husband left Cambridge."
"Thank you," I said. "I do not think I have anything further to ask you."