So I felt like a fool, but I didn't go to bed, and I stole down the front stairs, and she was out there in the grove waiting for me, and we sat down on the bench there and she told me some things." Henry nodded gravely.

He now looked at Horace, and there was relief in his frowning face.
"I can tell you some of the things that she said to me," continued Horace, "and I am going to.

You are connected with it--that is, you are through your wife.

Miss Farrel wasn't Miss at all.

She was a married woman." Henry nodded again.