A gush of bitterness rose in him.
"So that's what you think of me?" he said.
"It's what I think your nature would make you feel—bound by such an oath."
There came another pause.
He broke out rather vehemently again:
"At least do me the justice to admit that I was dead set against having Linda visit us...."
"Yes. I remember. But it would have come sooner or later. You would have been thrown with her in other ways."
"You really think I ... a ... care for her?"
Sophy didn't answer for a second or two; then she said:
"Morris ... that morning at Newport ... when you said those words to me ... you told me afterwards—that it was Belinda who had made you ... suspect me."