"What have I done?" she cried. "What have I said?"
"Nothing! There you sit like a stone, and will not speak."
"It is useless to say anything," she returned; "quite useless."
"And you expect me to leave this matter here; to endure this mystery patiently?"
"I expect nothing—nothing!"
The same dreary, desperate wail pervaded her voice, but it was not strange that he mistook her coldness for obstinacy or indifference; the very intensity of agony she was enduring made her appear heartless.
"You won't explain—you won't—"
She drooped her head wearily.
"I have no explanation to make; there is the bracelet."
He caught up the bracelet, snatched her arm so rudely, and fastened the bracelet on it with such reckless haste, that she uttered a cry of pain.