Alvina remained with her hair-brush suspended, watching him. He came to her, smiling softly, to take her in his arms. But she put the chair between them.
“Why did you bring Mr. Tuke?” she said.
He lifted his shoulders.
“I haven’t brought him,” he said, watching her.
“Why did you show him the telegram?”
“It was Mrs. Tuke took it.”
“Why did you give it her?”
“It was she who gave it me, in her room. She kept it in her room till I came and took it.”
“All right,” said Alvina. “Go back to the Tukes.” And she began again to brush her hair.
Ciccio watched her with narrowing eyes.