"Does a man ever notice anything unless it's right under his nose?" she
demanded dramatically of the universe at large. "My dear," she went on,
"his face altered the instant you mentioned Mrs. Hilyard's name."
"Well, but why should it?" demanded Robin, still at sea.
"I think," she pronounced oracularly, "that _a_ Mrs. Hilyard must have
played a rather important part in Mr. Coventry's life at one time or
another."
"Well, it's no business of ours if she did," responded Robin
unsympathetically.
"No. But it would be queer if the Mrs. Hilyard who's bought the Priory
happened to be the other Mrs. Hilyard--the one Mr. Coventry knew before."
"We've no grounds for assuming that he ever knew a Mrs. Hilyard at all, and
if he did--as I said before, it's no business of ours."
There never was a real woman yet who failed to be intrigued by the
suggestion of a romance lying dormant in the past life of a man of her
acquaintance, and Ann was far too essentially feminine to pretend that her
interest was not piqued.
"No, of course it's no business of ours," she agreed. "But still, one may
take an intelligent interest in one's fellow beings, I suppose."
"It depends upon circumstances," replied Robin.
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