It's because I didn't write to him yesterday from here.

He doesn't _believe_ the note I left behind--he doesn't believe I'm with you!" "But, my dear, where else should you be ?" protested Penelope.

"And why shouldn't he believe it ?" Nan shrugged her shoulders.
"I told you we'd had a row.

It--it was rather a big one.

He probably thinks I've run away and married--oh, well"-- she laughed mirthlessly--"anyone!" "Nan!" "That's what's happened"-- nodding.