“No,” said Eve; “he wanted to give me a pleasure.” Nothing could have been more dreary than her tone, more desperate than her eyes, as she looked at him.
“Oh, why did you come here?” she went on.
“I didn’t believe it, Eve; I thought it was all gammon.”
“That you were going to leave me?—Going off without letting me know?”
“Yes.”
“Who has been talking to you? Cicely—now that she is herself again? She’s a murderous little creature.”
“I talked to her, I asked her to take me with her.”
“What is the matter with you?” said Paul. He bent and took her hands, and drew her to her feet. “Now I can look at you.—Tell me what you mean.”
“Baby came near being drowned. And it was my fault. That brought me to my senses.”