“To whom?” I asked, so calmly that I think I surprised her.
“To whom I cannot tell you.”
“Why not? Surely it is no secret.”
“Yes, it is a secret. That is why I dare not tell you her husband’s name.”
“Is she actually the wife of young Chetwode?”
“Certainly not.”
“But she is engaged to him,” I observed.
“She is believed to be,” my hostess announced, “but such is not really the case.”
“And her husband? Where is he?”
It was strange that I should be asking such a question about my own whereabouts.