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CHAPTER VII.
CHAPTER VII.–––––––– HE LEARNED IN THAT instant two things: one being that even in so long a time she had gathered no knowledge of his great intimacy and his great quarrel; the other that in spite of this ignorance, strangely enough, she supplied on the spot a reason for his stupor. “How extraordinary,” he presently exclaimed, “that we should never have known!” She gave a wan smile which seemed to Stransom stranger even than the fact itself. “I never, never spoke of him.” He looked again about the room. “Why then, if your life had been so full of him?” “Mayn’t I put you that question as well? Hadn’t your life also been full of him?” “Any one’s, every one’s life who had the wonderful experience of knowing him. I never spoke of him,” Stransom added in a moment, “because he did me—years
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