He had begun to examine the details of her costume--her pretty hat, her gloves, the fur about her neck.

In face she was not greatly changed from what he had known, but her voice and accent were new to him--more refined, more mature, and he could not yet overcome the sense of strangeness.

He felt as though he were behaving with audacity; it was necessary to remind himself again and again that this was no other than Lilian Allen--nay, Lilian Northway; whose hand he had held, whose lips he had kissed.
A thrill went through him.
"But you are my wife!" he exclaimed, earnestly.

"What right have you to call yourself Mrs.Quarrier?
Have you pretended to marry that man ?" Lilian's eyes fell; she made no answer.
"You must tell me--or I shall have no choice but to go and ask him.

And if you have committed bigamy"---- "There has been no marriage," she hastened to say.