“You!”
Arnold smiled. After what had passed, it was an indescribable relief to him to see the humorous side of his own position at the inn.
“Certainly,” he answered. “When I asked for the lady who had arrived here alone this afternoon—”
“Yes.”
“I was told, in your interests, to ask for her as my wife.”
Anne looked at him—in alarm as well as in surprise.
“You asked for me as your wife?” she repeated.
“Yes. I haven’t done wrong—have I? As I understood it, there was no alternative. Geoffrey told me you had settled with him to present yourself here as a married lady, whose husband was coming to join her.”
“I thought of him when I said that. I never thought of you.”
“Natural enough. Still, it comes to the same thing (doesn’t it?) with the people of this house.”