In fact, it's an affair that concerns you more than any one else .-- I believe you can't find any trace of your wife ?" Northway turned his head, and peered at his neighbour with narrow eyes.
"It's about _her_, is it ?" "Yes, about her." Strangely enough, Glazzard could not feel as if this conversation greatly interested him.

He kept gazing at the Suspension Bridge, at the woods beyond, at the sluggish river, and thought more of the view than of his interlocutor.

The last words fell from his lips idly.
"You know where she is ?" Northway inquired.
"Quite well.

I have seen her often of late--from a distance.

To prove I am not mistaken, look at this portrait and tell me if you recognize the person ?" He took from an inner pocket a mutilated photograph; originally of cabinet size, it was cut down to an oval, so that only the head remained.