"I think you have a right to
know--there is some one else."
"Was," corrected Arthur, with the womanly intuition which was given to
him with other womanly traits.
"Was and is," replied Dora quietly. "His being dead makes no difference
so far as you are concerned."
"Then it _was_ Jem! I was sure it was Jem," said a third voice.
In the excitement of the moment Mrs. Agar forgot that when ladies and
gentlemen stoop to eavesdropping they generally retire discreetly and
return after a few moments, humming a tune, hymns preferred.
"I knew that you were there," said Dora, with a calmness which was not
pleasant to the ear. "I saw your black dress through the crack of the
door. You did not stand quite still, which was a pity, because the
sunlight was on the floor behind you. I was not surprised; it was worthy
of you."
"I take God to witness," cried Mrs. Agar, "that I only heard the last
words as I came back into the room."
"Don't," said Dora, "that is blasphemy."
"Arthur," cried Mrs.
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