"Who told you that?" asked Ernie.
For a fraction of a second she hesitated.
"He did," she said: and instantly saw her mistake.
Ernie rose, slow and white.
"Does he write then still?"
She felt the storms beating about her, and her bosom heaved.
"Only that once," she answered at length and lamely.
Ernie came pressing in on her with ruthless determination.
"May I see the letter?"
She flashed up at him with astonishing ferocity.