tinues to swear it." But even though so gracefully patient of him she remained cold.
"You yourself, however, haven't faith?"
"No," said Mrs Traffle.
"In his word, you mean?"
She had a fine little wait. "In her conduct. In his knowledge of it."
Again he had to rise to it. "With other persons?"
"With other persons. Even then."
Traffle thought. "But even when?"
"Even from the first," Jane grandly produced.
"Oh, oh, oh!" he found himself crying with a flush. He had had occasion to colour in the past for her flatness, but never for such an audacity of point. Wonderful, all round, in the light of reflection, seemed what Mora was doing for them. "It won't be her husband, at all events, who has put you up to that!"
She took this in as if it might have been roguishly insinuating in respect to her own wit—though not, as who should say, to make any great use of it. "It's what I read—"
"What you 'read'—?" he asked as she a little hung fire.
"Well, into the past that from far back so troubled me. I had plenty to tell him!" she surprisingly went on.
"Ah, my dear, to the detriment of his own wife?" our friend broke out.
It earned him, however, but her at once harder and
