 the fact of her marriage
enough to remove any suspicion that Mutimer might formerly have entertained? But
the manner of his question was so singular, the introduction of Eldon's name so
abrupt, that she could not but discern in a measure what was in his mind.
    She made reply:
    »I don't understand. Do you mean how is he engaged?«
    »How comes he to know Mrs. Westlake?«
    »Through common friends - some people named Boscobel. Mr. Boscobel is an
artist, and Mr. Eldon appears to be studying art.«
    Her voice was quite steady through this explanation. The surprise seemed to
have enabled her to regard him unmoved, almost with curiosity.
    »I suppose he's constantly there - at the Westlakes'?«
    »That was his first visit. We met him a few evenings before at the
Boscobels', at dinner. It was then he made Mrs. Westlake's acquaintance.«
    Mutimer moved his head as if to signify indifference. But Adela had found an
unexpected relief in speaking thus openly; she was tempted to go further.
    »I believe he writes about pictures. Mrs. Boscobel told me that he had been
some time in Italy.«
    »Well and good; I don't care to hear about his affairs. So you dined with
these Boscobel people?«
    »Yes.«
    He smiled disagreeably.
    »I thought you were rather particular about telling the truth. You told
Alice you never dined out.«
    »I don't think I said that,« Adela replied quietly.
    He paused; then:
    »What fault have you to find with Alice, eh?«
    Adela was not in the mood for evasions; she answered in much the same tone
as she had used in speaking of Hubert.
    »I don't think she likes me. If she did, I should be able to be more
friendly with her. Her world is very different from ours.«
    »Different? You mean you don't like Rodman?«
    »I was not thinking of Mr. Rodman. I mean that her friends are not the same
as ours.«
    Mutimer forgot for a moment his preoccupation in thought of Alice.
    »Was there anything wrong with the people you met there?«
    She was silent.
    »Just tell me what you think. I want to know. What did you object to?«
    »I don't think they were the best kind of people.«
    »The best kind? I suppose they are what you call ladies and gentlemen?
