We missed the train. Young couples had gone by it, several young couples, and we heard of more young couples in London, as if all the world were mocking Harcourt's solitude. In desperation we sought the squalid suburb that is now Ford's home. We swept past the dirty maid and the terrified aunt, swept upstairs, to catch him if we could red-handed. He was seated at the table, reading the Œdipus Coloneus of Sophocles.
"That won't take in me!" shouted Harcourt. "You've got Miss Beaumont with you, and I know it."
"No such luck," said Ford.
He stammered with rage. "Inskip—you hear that? 'No such luck'! Quote the evidence against him. I can't speak."
So I quoted her song. "'Oh Ford! Oh Ford, among all these Worters, I am coming through you to my Kingdom! Oh Ford, my lover while I was a woman, I will never forget you, never, as long as I have branches to shade you from the sun.' Soon after that, we lost her."
"And—and on another occasion she sent a message of similar effect. Inskip, bear witness. He was to 'guess' something."
"I have guessed it," said Ford.
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