He speaks a bit hesitantly, as if he isn't keen to admit that he was married once, too. Greta isn't sure why; from where she's sitting, it's rather a relief. There are plenty of well-bred men back home who would view a once-married woman as used goods, fit for a dalliance but not much else. If he's been married (and he deliberately uses the past tense, too), maybe he won't see fit to fuss over her having a history.

... Not that she even needs to be thinking along such lines. They're just having tea; he's not asking for her bloody hand.

"I suppose it would," she says, easily able to imagine how strange it would be if she were suddenly faced with her husband again -- or if he'd been here already, before she arrived. Treading a bit more carefully, she continues, "Was she sent home?" She doesn't want to inadvertently twist any knives, but she also wants to know if she'll be bumping into his ex-wife anytime soon.