“Yes.”
“I was told, in your interests, to ask for her as my wife.”
Anne looked at him—in alarm as well as in surprise.
“You asked for me as your wife?” she repeated.
“Yes. I haven’t done wrong—have I? As I understood it, there was no alternative. Geoffrey told me you had settled with him to present yourself here as a married lady, whose husband was coming to join her.”
“I thought of him when I said that. I never thought of you .”
“Natural enough. Still, it comes to the same thing (doesn’t it?) with the people of this house.”
“I don’t understand you.”
“I will try and explain myself a little better. Geoffrey said your position here depended on my asking for you at the door (as he would have asked for you if he had come) in the character of your husband.”
“He had no right to say that
