I've known Joan Salisbury since she was so high, but if ye expected me to tell you wot she was goin' to do next, I'd be able to tell ye where the next flash o' lightnin' would strike.

It's wot you don't expect of Joan Salisbury that she does.

And the best proof of it is that she filed papers for a divorce agin you in Chicago and got it by default a few weeks afore she married Demorest--and you don't know it." Blandford recoiled.

"Impossible," he said, but his voice too plainly showed how clearly its possibility struck him now.
"It's so, but it was kept secret by Deacon Salisbury.

I overheerd it.
Wa'al, that's a proof that you don't understand Joan, I reckon.