How she must have enjoyed the
concert! Tell me about it; and tell me how she was dressed."
Ulick had not remarked Evelyn's dress very particularly, and Owen was
angry with him for only being able to tell him that she wore a pale
silk of a faint greenish colour.
"And her cloak?"
"Oh, her cloak was all right; it seemed warm enough."
Owen wanted to know what jewellery she wore, and complained that she
had sold all the jewellery he had given her for the nuns. Ulick was
really sorry for him. Now, what did she think of the singing? To
please him Ulick attributed all his criticism of the singers to
Evelyn, and Owen said:
"Extraordinary, isn't it? Did she say that she regretted leaving the
stage? And what did she say about me?"
Ulick had been expecting this question.
"She hoped you were very well, and that you did not speak unkindly of
her."
"Speak unkindly of her!" and Owen's thoughts seemed to fade away.
Cigar after cigar, drink after drink, until sleep settled in their
eyes, and both went to bed too weary to think of her any more.
But next day Owen remembered that Ulick had not told him if he had
driven Evelyn home after the concert, and the fact that he had not
mentioned how they had parted was in itself suspicious; and he
determined to question Ulick.
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