Mrs. Agar stammered. She tried to blush, but she could not manage that.
"I cannot very well give you details. Perhaps, when you are older. You
know, dear, in India people are not very particular. They have peculiar
ideas, I mean, of morals--different from ours. And perhaps he saw no harm
in it."
"In what?" inquired Dora gravely.
"Well, in the life they lead out there. It appears that there was some
unfortunate attachment. I think she was married or something like that."
"Who told you this?" asked Dora, in a voice like a threat.
"A man told Arthur at Cambridge--one of poor Jem's fellow-officers. The
man who brought home the diary and things."
Having once begun Mrs. Agar found herself obliged to go on. She had not
time to pause and reflect that she was now staking everything upon the
possibility of Jem's death subsequent to the disaster in which he was
supposed to have perished.
Dora did not believe one word of this story, although she was quite
without proof to the contrary.
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