“I say!”
“Yes?”
“How did you manage to pass her off as your wife?”
“I told you how, as we were driving from the station here.”
“I was thinking of something else. Tell me again.”
Arnold told him once more what had happened at the inn. Geoffrey listened, without making any remark. He balanced the paper-knife vacantly on one of his fingers. He was strangely sluggish and strangely silent.
“All that is done and ended,” said Arnold shaking him by the shoulder. “It rests with you now to get me out of the difficulty I’m placed in with Blanche. Things must be settled with Miss Silvester to-day.”
“Things shall be settled.”
“Shall be? What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting to do what you told me.”