Still, you may as well explain.' Jessie sipped her wine.
'It's only that they say she's engaged.' 'To whom ?' 'A gentleman in London--somebody in the family where she was teaching.' 'How do you know that ?' he asked, with the same blending of indifference and annoyed persistency.
'Why, it's only a guess, after all.

One day Barbara and I went to see her, and just as we got to the door, out comes a gentleman we'd never seen before.

Of course, we wondered who he was.

The next day mother and I were in the station, buying a newspaper, and there was the same gentleman, just going to start by the London train.

Mother remembered she'd seen him walking with Mrs.Baxendale in St.Luke's, and then we found he'd been staying with the Baxendales all through Emily's illness.' 'How did you find it out?
You don't know the Baxendales.' 'No, but Mrs.Gadd does, and she told us.' 'What's his name ?' 'Mr.Athel--a queer name, isn't it ?' Dagworthy was silent.
'Now you're cross with me,' Jessie exclaimed.