"At twenty-three I was not married," said Eve. "I did not even know
you."
What I did then any may guess. No doubt it was imprudent too. And we
were once more sitting decorous, and about Eve's lips and in her eyes
was that smile of joy and happiness.
"You will see, Adam," she said. "It will all come right."
"What will come right?" asked a voice. "Is anything wrong?"
And we turned, and there was Jack Ogilvie.
"I do not know what Eve meant," I answered him, "unless she referred to
my signalling. No doubt that is wrong enough."