"No, he's never told her, either. And you mustn't." For an instant his tone was rigidly imperative.
In spite of the tone she seemed to pay no heed to the last words.
"You kept it all from her?" she asked again.
"Yes," he said. "Does that seem very wrong to you?"
"Oh, I don't know," she groaned.
"Or very strange?" he asked, turning his head and looking towards her.
She rose to her feet suddenly, walked to the mantel-piece, and stood there with her back towards him.
"No," she said, "not very strange. It's only what I knew before. It's not strange." She turned round and faced him; she was rather pale, but she smiled a little.
"I knew all the time that you were in love with her too," she said. "Of course you wouldn't let the man go near her!"
Bowdon raised his eyes to his wife's face. She turned away again.