"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Mean? I mean what you told me—and one thing more, I understand now what you meant yesterday, because I found your marriage notice in an old paper."
"What marriage notice? I don't understand."
"Yours; on the twenty-sixth of May three years ago, to Doctor Reid. That's all. I beg your pardon."
The color came back into her face; and under the trouble of her brows I thought she almost smiled.
"That was my sister," she said quietly. "My name's Margaret; I thought you knew."
CHAPTER XI
EXPRESSIONS OF THE FAMILY AND IMPRESSIONS OF THE PRESS
With that, all the strangeness of the day, all the feeling of moving in an unnatural world which had hung about me since the dawn, blew away like the shadow of smoke. It was a summer morning of breezes and cool lights, garrulous with innumerable birds; and I was standing with my feet upon solid earth, glad beyond measure for the knowledge that I was a fool. The very idea of it had been absurd; and best of all, there were still things to be done.