The frame he knocked asunder with a few blows of the hammer, making the stucco fly. Then he took the pieces into the scullery.
"We'll burn that tomorrow," he said. "There's too much plaster-moulding on it."
Having cleared away, he sat down.
"Did you love your wife?" she asked him.
"Love?" he said. "Did you love Sir Clifford?"
But she was not going to be put off.
"But you cared for her?" she insisted.
"Cared?" he grinned.
"Perhaps you care for her now," she said.
"Me!" His eyes widened. "Ah no, I can't think of her," he said quietly.