Come to the studio at five. High jinks.
Oliver Haddo
“Margaret was married to Mr Haddo this morning,” said Arthur, quietly. “I understand they have gone to England.”
Susie quickly told the doctor the few facts they knew. He was as surprised, as distressed, as they.
“But what is the explanation of it all?” he asked.
Arthur shrugged his shoulders wearily.
“She cared for Haddo more than she cared for me, I suppose. It is natural enough that she should go away in this fashion rather than offer explanations. I suppose she wanted to save herself a scene she thought might be rather painful.”
“When did you see her last?”
“We spent yesterday evening together.”
“And did she not show in any way that she contemplated such a step?”