He didn't see the report in the paper, and went searching for you." "Does Ida know of this ?" he asked, after a pause, during which Waymark had remained standing with his arms crossed on the back of the chair.
"I have never told her.

Why should I have done?
Perhaps now you will believe what I insisted upon before the trial, that there had been nothing whatever--" He spoke irritably, and was interrupted by the other with yet more irritation.
"Never mention that again to me as long as you live, Waymark If you do, we shall quarrel, understand!" "I have no more pleasure in referring to it than you have," said Waymark, more calmly; "but I must justify myself when you attack me." "How long has this been going on ?" asked the other, after a silence.
"Some three months--perhaps more." "Well, I think it would have been better if you'd been straightforward about it, that's all.

I don't know that I've anything more to say.

We know what we're about, and there's an end of it." So saying, the old man went out of the room.

There was a difference in him henceforth, something which Ida noticed, though she could not explain it.