She bowed.

’Then I saw that you were good enough to be interested in my welfare to a greater extent than I could have anticipated or hoped, judging you by the frigidity of other employers, and this caused me to hesitate.  I was vexed at the complication of affairs.  So matters stood till three nights ago; I was then walking home from the pottery, and came up to the railway.  The down-train came along close to me, and there, sitting at a carriage window, I saw my wife:  she had found out my address, and had thereupon determined to follow me here.  I had not been home many minutes before she came in, next morning early she left again—­’

‘Because you treated her so cavalierly?’

’And as I suppose, wrote to you directly.  That’s the whole story of her, madam.’  Whatever were Manston’s real feelings towards the lady who had received his explanation in these supercilious tones, they remained locked within him as within a casket of steel.

‘Did your friends know of your marriage, Mr. Manston?’ she continued.

‘Nobody at all; we kept it a secret for various reasons.’

’It is true then that, as your wife tells me in this letter, she has not passed as Mrs. Manston till within these last few days?’

’It is quite true; I was in receipt of a very small and uncertain income when we married; and so she continued playing at the theatre as before our marriage, and in her maiden name.’

‘Has she any friends?’

’I have never heard that she has any in England.  She came over here on some theatrical speculation, as one of a company who were going to do much, but who never did anything; and here she has remained.’

A pause ensued, which was terminated by Miss Aldclyffe.

‘I understand,’ she said.  ’Now, though I have no direct right to concern myself with your private affairs (beyond those which arise from your misleading me and getting the office you hold)—­’

‘As to that, madam,’ he interrupted, rather hotly, ’as to coming here, I am vexed as much as you.  Somebody, a member of the Institute of Architects—­who, I could never tell—­sent to my old address in London your advertisement cut from the paper; it was forwarded to me; I wanted to get away from Liverpool, and it seemed as if this was put in my way on purpose, by some old friend or other.  I answered the advertisement certainly, but I was not particularly anxious to come here, nor am I anxious to stay.’

Miss Aldclyffe descended from haughty superiority to womanly persuasion with a haste which was almost ludicrous.  Indeed, the Quos ego of the whole lecture had been less the genuine menace of the imperious ruler of Knapwater than an artificial utterance to hide a failing heart.

’Now, now, Mr. Manston, you wrong me; don’t suppose I wish to be overbearing, or anything of the kind; and you will allow me to say this much, at any rate, that I have become interested in your wife, as well as in yourself.’