“Am I to go and have it out with him?” he asked, his face flushed, his blue eyes going hard with opposition.
“No,” she said, pale.
“Why?”
“No—I don’t want to say anything about it.”
He sat exasperated and nonplussed.
“You’ll let him keep it, then?” he asked.
She sat silent and made no form of answer.
“What do you mean by it?” he said, dark with fury. And he started up.
“No!” she cried. “Ted!” And she caught hold of him, sharply detaining him.
It made him black with rage.