"Why, no," said Lulu. "Proofs—no. He told me."
"He told you!"
"Why, that was hard enough to have to do. It was terrible for him to have to do. What proofs—" She stopped, puzzled.
"Didn't it occur to you," said Dwight, "that he might have told you that because he didn't want to have to go on with it?"
As she met his look, some power seemed to go from Lulu. She sat down, looked weakly at them, and within her closed lips her jaw was slightly fallen. She said nothing. And seeing on her skirt a spot of dust she began to rub at that.
"Why, Dwight!" Ina cried, and moved to her sister's side.
"I may as well tell you," he said, "that I myself have no idea that Ninian told you the truth. He was always imagining things—you saw that. I know him pretty well—have been more or less in touch with him the whole time. In short, I haven't the least idea he was ever married before."
Lulu continued to rub at her skirt.
"I never thought of that," she said.
"Look here," Dwight went on persuasively, "hadn't you and he had some little tiff when he told you?"