"Sidney?"
He had reached the door; but, at her call, he hesitated and looked back.
"You understand why I am doing this?"
"Yes," he said bitterly; "I understand only too well."
"And you think I am justified?"
He faced about squarely.
"Good God, Beatrix, when you have stabbed a man to death, don't grind the knife round and round, and ask him if he feels it! Let him make as plucky an exit as he can."
His words broke the strain she had put upon herself.
"I didn't mean—I didn't suppose—" she faltered. Then she dropped into a chair and covered her face with her hands.
Lorimer turned to the door again, halted irresolutely, then went back to her side.