She was no sooner gone than Roger turned to Elsbeth, his laughing manner dropped from him like a mask.
"It's all off, Elsbeth," he said. "You were right. It's that woman. She's infatuated."
The pleasure died out of Elsbeth's face.
"I was afraid so," she said. "I saw something had happened. But you were so comical, I couldn't be sure."
"I didn't want an explanation just then——"
"Of course not," she interpolated hastily.
"But I think I'll go straight back to Dene. Have you a time-table?"
"Have you quarrelled badly?"
"Not exactly! Alwynne's rather annoyed with me, though."
"Annoyed? With you?"