said.

But Adela showed him confidently that she WAS sure, from the way the
pair had behaved together and from her father's attitude on the drive
home. If Godfrey had been there he would have seen everything; it
couldn't be explained, but he would have felt. When he asked at what
moment the girl had first had her suspicion she replied that it had
all come at once, that evening; or that at least she had had no
conscious fear till then. There had been signs for two or three
weeks, but she hadn't understood them--ever since the day Mrs.
Churchley had dined in Seymour Street. Adela had on that occasion
thought it odd her father should have wished to invite her, given the
quiet way they were living; she was a person they knew so little. He
had said something about her having been very civil to him, and that
evening, already, she had guessed that he must have frequented their
portentous guest herself more than there had been signs of. To-night
it had come to her clearly that he would have called on her every day
since the time of her dining with them; every afternoon about the
hour he was ostensibly at his club. Mrs. Churchley WAS his club--she
was for all the world just like one. At this Godfrey laughed; he
wanted to know what his sister knew about clubs. She was slightly
disappointed in his laugh, even wounded by it, but she knew perfectly
what she meant: she meant that Mrs. Churchley was public and florid,
promiscuous and mannish.

"Oh I daresay she's all right," he said as if he wanted to get on
with his work. He looked at the clock on the mantel-shelf; he would
have to put in another hour.

"All right to come and take darling mamma's place--to sit where SHE