THE TONE OF TIME
sitter, to which she had given me no clue. I had nothing but my impression that she had known him—known him well; and, from whatever material she had worked, the fact of his having also been known to Mrs. Bridgenorth was a coincidence pure and simple. It partook of the nature of prodigy, but such prodigies did occur. My visitor listened with avidity and credulity. She was so far reassured. Then I saw her question come. "Well, if she doesn't dream he was ever anything to me—or what he will be now—I'm going to ask you, as a very particular favour, never to tell her. She will want to know of course exactly how I've been struck. You'll naturally say that I'm delighted, but may I exact from you that you say nothing else?"
There was supplication in her face, but I had to think. "There are conditions I must put to you first, and one of them is also a question, only more frank than yours. Was this mysterious personage—frustrated by death—to have married you?"
She met it bravely. "Certainly, if he had lived."
I was only amused at an artlessness in her "certainly." "Very good. But why do you wish the coincidence———"
"Kept from her?" She knew exactly why. "Because if she suspects it she won't let me have the picture. Therefore," she added with decision, "you must let me pay for it on the spot."
"What do you mean by on the spot?"
"I'll send you a cheque as soon as I get home."
"Oh," I laughed, "let us understand. Why do you consider she won't let you have the picture?"
She made me wait a little for this, but when it came it was perfectly lucid. "Because she'll then see how much more I must want it."
"How much less—wouldn't it be rather, since the bargain was, as the more convenient thing, not for a likeness?"
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