She quite started in her seat.

"What do you mean?"

"You see I never knew it before."

"You never knew what before?"

"That you were married."

"Until when?"

"Until after you went out of the room to-night."

The men were putting the clams around. She seemed to reflect. And then she
peppered and salted them before she spoke.

"Bob is very wrong to talk so," she said at last, picking up her fork,
"when you’re his friend, too."

He poked his clams—he hated clams.

"I suppose men think it’s amusing to do such things," she continued, "but
I think it’s as ill-bred as practical joking."

"But you are married," he said, trying fiercely to pepper some taste into
the tasteless things before him.

"Yes, I’m married," she admitted tranquilly, "but, then, my husband went
to Africa so soon afterwards that he hardly seemed to count at all. And