Why, in heaven's name, had she not told him the truth at once?
Why had she pretended not to recognize Michael?
For, however Michael might have started, since he, Henry, was not looking at him, Sabine, whose face he had been gazing into all the while, had shown no faintest recognition of him.

What a superb actress she must be!--or perhaps, having only seen him those two times in her life, for those short moments, she really did not recognize him then.

The whole thing was so staggering in its hideous tragedy his brain almost refused to think; but he said this last thought aloud, and the priest's strange sudden silence struck even his numbed sense.
"She had only seen him for such a little while--they parted immediately after the wedding; it was merely an empty ceremony, you know.

Why, then, should she have had any haunting memories of him ?" The Pere Anselme avoided answering this question by asking another.
"You knew that the Seigneur of Arranstoun was wedded, it would seem.

How was that ?" Then Henry told him the outline of Michael's story, and the cruel irony of fate in having made him himself leave the house before seeing Sabine struck them both.
"What can her reasons have been for not telling me all this time, Father ?" the unhappy man asked at last, in a hopeless voice.