Lyon indicated the subject of the information given him by his other neighbour.
'Oh, is he Mr. Capadose?' said the young man, who appeared very vague. He admitted his vagueness and explained it by saying that there were so many people and he had come only the day before. What was definite to Lyon was that Mrs. Capadose was in love with her husband; so that he wished more than ever that he had married her.
'She's very faithful,' he found himself saying three minutes later to the lady on his right. He added that he meant Mrs. Capadose.
'Ah, you know her then? I knew her once upon a time—when I was living abroad.'
'Why then were you asking me about her husband?'
'Precisely for that reason. She married after that—I didn't even know her present name.'
'How then do you know it now?'
'This gentleman has just told me—he appears to know.'
'I didn't know he knew anything,' said the lady, glancing forward.
'I don't think he knows anything but that.'
'Then you have found out for yourself that she is faithful. What do you mean by that?'
'Ah, you mustn't question me—I want to question you,' Lyon said. 'How do you all like her here?'
'You ask too much! I can only speak for myself. I think she's hard.'
'That's only because she's honest and straightforward.'
