"
Montague had not anticipated the effect of this remark. Lucy gave a
sudden start. "His wife!" she exclaimed.
"Why, yes," said Montague. "Didn't you know that he was married?"
"No," said Lucy, in a low voice. "I did not."
There was a long silence. Finally she asked, "Why was not his wife
invited to the dinner?"
"They seldom go out together," said Montague.
"Have they separated?" she asked.
"There is a new and fashionable kind of separation," was the answer.
"They live in opposite sides of a large mansion, and meet on formal
occasions."
"What sort of a woman is she?" asked Lucy,
"I don't know anything about her," he replied.
There was a silence again. Finally Montague said, "There is no cause
to be sorry for him, you understand."
And Lucy touched his hand lightly with hers.
"That's all right, Allan," she said. "Don't worry. I am not apt to
make the same mistake twice."
It seemed to Montague that there was nothing to be said after that.
CHAPTER II
Lucy wanted to come down to Montague's office to talk business with
him; but he would not put her to that trouble, and called the next
morning at her apartment before he went down town.
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