She supposed that Gedge had been talking all over the place.
"I don't think so, dear," said I."So far as I know he has only spoken, first to Randall Holmes--that was what made him break away from Gedge, whose society he had been cultivating for other reasons than those I imagined (you remember telling me Phyllis's sorrowful little tale last year ?)." She nodded.

"And secondly to Sir Anthony and myself, a few hours before the Reception." She clenched her fists and broke out again.

"The devil! The incarnate devil! And Sir Anthony ?" "Pretended to treat Gedge's story as a lie, threw into the fire without reading it an incriminating letter--possibly the letter that Phyllis saw, ordered Gedge out of the house and, like a great gentleman, went through the ceremony." "Does Leonard know ?" "Not that I'm aware of," said I.
"He must be told.

It's terrible to have an enemy waiting to stab you in the dark--and you blind to boot.

Why haven't you told him ?" Why?
Why?
Why?
It was so hard to keep to the lower key of her conception of things.