her, but he was too preoccupied to observe more than that she was still a handsome woman, in the garb of a respectable widow. He was obliged to explain that he was Tess's husband, and his object in coming there, and he did it awkwardly enough. 'I want to see her at once,' he added. 'You said you would write to me again, but you have not done so.'
'Because she 've not come home,' said Joan.
'Do you know if she is well?'
'I don't. But you ought to, sir,' said she.
'I admit it. Where is she staying?'
From the beginning of the interview Joan had disclosed her embarrassment by keeping her hand to the side of her cheek.
'I—don't know exactly where she is staying,' she answered. 'She was—but———'
'Where was she?'
'Well, she is not there now.'
In her evasiveness she paused again, and the younger children had by this time crept to the door, where, pulling at his mother's skirts, the youngest murmured—
'Is this the gentleman who is going to marry Tess?'
