You haven't seen my wife lately ?' He took a chair, and rested his hands upon his knees, gazing at the visitor's skirt.
'Mrs.Widdowson hasn't been to see us for more than a month--if I remember rightly.' His look expressed both surprise and doubt.
'A month?
But I thought--I had an idea--that she went only a few days ago.' 'In the day time ?' 'To Great Portland Street, I mean--to hear a lecture, or something of that kind, by Miss Barfoot.' Rhoda kept silence for a moment.

Then she replied hastily-- 'Oh yes--very likely--I wasn't there that afternoon.' 'I see.

That would explain--' He seemed relieved, but only for the instant; then his eyes glanced hither and thither, with painful restlessness.

Rhoda observed him closely.

After fidgeting with his feet, he suddenly took a stiff position, and said in a louder voice-- 'We are going to leave London altogether.