“For nearly four years.”
“Really?” I exclaimed. “You must have been married very young?”
“I was twenty. Do I look so young?”
I gazed at her in amazement.
“You astonish me,” I declared, which was quite true and no mere compliment. “I had guessed your age to be eighteen.”
“Oh,” she laughed, and resting her hands upon the settee leaned forward with sparkling eyes, “how funny. Sometimes I wish I looked older. It is dreadful in this place, although we have been so happy here. At all the shops they look at me so funny, so I always send Mrs. Powis now.”
“You are really quite wonderful,” I said. “You are Spanish, are you not, Mrs. Camber?”
She slightly shook her head, and I saw the pupils begin to dilate.
“Not really Spanish,” she replied, haltingly. “I was born in Cuba.”
“In Cuba?”
She nodded.
“Then it was in Cuba that you met Mr. Camber?”
She nodded again, watching me intently.
“It is strange that a Virginian should settle in Surrey.”
“Yes?” she murmured, “you think so? But really it is not strange at all. Colin’s people are so proud, so proud. Do you know what they are like, those Virginians? Oh! I hate them.”
“You hate them?”
“No, I cannot hate them, for he is one. But he will never go back.”
“Why should he never go back, Mrs. Camber?”
