He saw the strokes plainly, instantly resolving to burn his ships and hazard all on an advance.
'My wife's,' he said calmly.
His quiet answer threw her off her balance. She had no more expected an answer than does a preacher when he exclaims from the pulpit, 'Do you feel your sin?' She had clearly expected a sudden alarm.
'And why all this concealment?' she said again, her voice rising, as she vainly endeavoured to control her feelings, whatever they were.
'It doesn't follow that, because a man is married, he must tell every stranger of it, madam,' he answered, just as calmly as before.
'Stranger! well, perhaps not; but, Mr. Manston, why did you choose to conceal it, I ask again? I have a perfect right to ask this question, as you will perceive, if you consider the terms of my advertisement.' 'I will tell you. There were two simple reasons. The first was this practical one; you advertised for an unmarried man, if you remember?' 'Of course I remember.' 'Well, an incident suggested to me that I should try for the situation. I was married; but, knowing that in getting an office where there is a restriction of this kind, leaving one's wife behind is always accepted as a fulfilment of the condition, I left her behind for awhile. The other reason is, that these terms of yours afforded me a plausible excuse for escaping (for a short time) the company of a woman I had been mistaken in marrying.' 'Mistaken! what was she?' the lady inquired.
'A third-rate actress, whom I met with during my stay in Liverpool last summer, where I had gone to fulfil a short engagement with an architect.' 'Where did she come from?' 'She is an American by birth, and I grew to dislike her when we had been married a week.' 'She was ugly, I imagine?' 'She is not an ugly woman by any means.' 'Up to the ordinary standard?' 'Quite up to the ordinary standard--indeed, handsome. After a while we quarrelled and separated.' 'You did not ill-use her, of course?' said Miss Aldclyffe, with a little sarcasm.
'I did not.' 'But at any rate, you got thoroughly tired of her.' Manston looked as if he began to think her questions out of place; however, he said quietly, 'I did get tired of her. I never told her so, but we separated; I to come here, bringing her with me as far as London and leaving her there in perfectly comfortable quarters; and though your advertisement expressed a single man, I have always intended to tell you the whole truth; and this was when I was going to tell it, when your satisfaction with my careful management of your affairs should have proved the risk to be a safe one to run.' She bowed.