“Yes,” I said, “once or twice.”

“When you were a boy?”

“No, since I have become a man. Just — just recently.”

“People fancy they are happy,” she murmured.

“Isn’t that the same thing as being happy?”

“Perhaps.” Then suddenly changing the subject: “You haven’t told me about your journey. Just a bare statement that there was a delay on the railway and another delay on the steamer. Don’t you think you ought to fill in the details?”

So I filled them in; but I said nothing about my mysterious enemy who had accompanied me, and who after