“Well?”
“Does it not seem odd to you?”
“Not at all. A relation of her first husband’s, I suppose. In fact Yvonne said as much.”
“I could not help being struck by the name, Everard. It is so peculiar. I remembered it from the publication of the banns.”
“I compliment you on your memory, Emmeline,” said the Canon.
Mrs. Winstanley drew herself up, offended.
She walked from the window where they were standing to a table, and fetched from it a newspaper.
“Do you remember the Christian name of Yvonne’s first husband?”
The Canon drew himself up too, and frowned.
“What is the meaning of all this, Emmeline? What are you trying to insinuate?”