I took it in my hand with a feeling of curiosity. How strange it was! That was the very ring which I had placed upon her finger when in desperation I had sold myself to the Tempter.
“Have you no idea whatever of the circumstances of your marriage? Do you know nothing?”
“Absolutely nothing—save that I am actually married.”
“The identity of the man who placed this ring upon your hand is an enigma?”
“Yes. I found it upon my finger; that is all that I am aware of. I changed my name, yet I am ignorant of what my new name really is.”
A sound of wheels approaching up the drive greeted our ears, but I still held the ring in the hollow of my hand.
“Shall I tell you the true name of your husband?” I said earnestly, looking straight into those deep, clear eyes.
“What?” she cried, starting in quick surprise; “you know it? Surely, that is impossible!”
“Yes,” I said in a low voice; “I know it.”
At that instant the ralli-car, which had evidently been to Corsham Station, dashed past us towards the house, interrupting our conversation and causing us both to raise our heads.