That is what they whisper, Everard; nothing more." "Nothing more!" echoed her mother.

"Quite enough, I think.

What would you have, Miss Kingsland?
Everard, who is this man ?" "You appear to know more than I do, mother.

He is an American--a traveling photograph artist--and my wife never laid eyes on him until she saw him, the day after our arrival, in the library.

As to the fainting and the hysterics, I chanced to be in the library all through that first interview, and I saw neither one nor the other.