"Just what I've told you. Mr. Harris ... well--Challis then ... is not really a married man. He married--at least, made believe to marry--his Deceased Wife's Sister." "Then, now you've told me what the position is, I know. And I may go to bed." "Don't be irritating, Judith." It is provoking, you know, when your enemy makes a successful rally after a seeming repulse. Judith's last tactical move was masterly. Her success soothed her to moderation. "I don't want to be irritating, Sib. And I don't think you have any right to talk of being irritating after what you said just now. '_The_ usual thing!' What usual thing?" "You know what I mean, and it doesn't matter." "I don't think it matters the least. But what do you know about Mr. Challis? I mean, what do you know that I don't?" "Only what I told you." "But how do you know? Really, Sibyl, I shall go if there are to be any more mysteries." "Well, don't be impatient, and I'll tell you." And thereon Sibyl, seated on the end of the bed, gave the substance of a short chat with her mother when she came in from the excursion. That lady must have been mighty interested, Judith thought, to talk about Mr. Challis's affairs, which could not possibly concern any of them. She said as much, resentfully, to her sister. "Well," said Sibyl, "I only tell you what she said to me. She drove Mrs. Barham home from Thanes, and they talked about it all the way. The Bishop had it on perfectly good authority. I think it was the editor of some well-known paper who had heard it from a gentleman who had interviewed Mr. Challis for him. You know how they do?" Oh yes!--Judith knew. "Well, this gentleman had it from Mr. Challis himself, who had begged him very earnestly to say nothing about it. So, of course, nothing appeared in the article." "What a delicate-minded editor!" "I think it was very nice of him. Why not? But you always sneer, Ju. Anyhow, that's what the _madre_ said to me. And we agreed that the sooner you knew the better...." "And why?" "Oh, well, because, of course.... However, we can't discuss that now at this time of night. I only know what Mrs. Barham said the Bishop said...." "What did His Holiness say?" "Judith, if you sneer I won't talk to you.... Well, the Bishop said that if he had his way, he would refuse Holy Communion to all people's Deceased Wife's Sisters ... there!--you know what I mean perfectly well, Judith." Judith had started a protest, but gave up the point. "I know what you mean. But why doesn't he?" "Mrs. Barham said he did not feel sure of the support of Public Opinion. But for all that this gentleman was living in Sin, technically if not actually, or actually as well as technically, or ... well!--I forget which ... with this woman." Sibyl paused; the pause was a tribute to the force of the curl of her sister's lip. She ended: "Come, Ju, you can't call her a _lady_, you know!" "Did the Bishop say gentleman?"