"What have you been doing upstairs?" demanded Theodosia.
"Helping Keith."
"Is that all?"
"And—talking." The recollection of what had passed swept over Lettice afresh. Theodosia to have deliberately done such a deed, and to go about for weeks after with no sign of guilty consciousness: it seemed incredible! She had a sense of shuddering repulsion; and she remained with downcast eyes, almost forgetting where she was, only conscious of Theodosia's vicinity.
"What is the matter?" asked Dr. Bryant's voice.
"Nothing," Lettice began to say, and checked herself, for it would not be true.
"Something, surely."
"I have a headache."
"Since when? You had no headache at lunch."
"It came on—since."