Horace took refuge in prevarication.
"I really haven't asked for Julian's opinion," he said.
She looked down again, with a sigh, at the basket on her lap--considered a little--and tried him once more.
"Why has Mr.Julian Gray not been here for a whole week ?" she went on.
"The servants say he has been abroad.

Is that true ?" It was useless to deny it.

Horace admitted that the servants were right.
Her fingers, suddenly stopped at their restless work among the wools; her breath quickened perceptibly.

What had Julian Gray been doing abroad?
Had he been making inquiries?
Did he alone, of all the people who saw that terrible meeting, suspect her?
Yes! His was the finer intelligence; his was a clergyman's (a London clergyman's) experience of frauds and deceptions, and of the women who were guilty of them.

Not a doubt of it now! Julian suspected her.
"When does he come back ?" she asked, in tones so low that Horace could barely hear her.
"He has come back already.