Fyne was not willing to talk; but as I had been already let into the secret, the fair-minded little man recognized that I had some right to information if I insisted on it.

And I did insist, after the third game.
We were yet some way from the end of our journey.
"Oh, if you want to know," was his somewhat impatient opening.

And then he talked rather volubly.

First of all his wife had not given him to read the letter received from Flora (I had suspected him of having it in his pocket), but had told him all about the contents.

It was not at all what it should have been even if the girl had wished to affirm her right to disregard the feelings of all the world.