Stafford's hands fell heavily on her shoulders; his eyes were very sad, but determined.
"It is all your own fault, and you will stay here until I come for you," he said coldly. "You can't get out, I'm going to nail the shutters. There are blankets in the corner and I'll stoke up the fire. Perhaps the blanket first."
Gheena put one on hastily, conscious of her costume.
The fury of Gheena's wrath left him unmoved. To be left there alone while the submarine was fed, to be treated in this fashion! She said several things about it all.
"You are, of course, quite sure that I was going out to her?" said Stafford, as he drove big nails home.
"I was afraid. I went alone because I was half sure." Gheena checked herself. "I found out your cave days ago ... and I've watched." She began to cry again.
He came close to her. Something lit up his eyes.
"You came out alone—because you were sure you would find me. That was why you went alone; and having found me, you must tell—you would have told—or would you?"
"England first," said Gheena, her voice mixing pride and broken dreariness. "But..."
"Then you won't!" he snapped out quite cheerfully, banging the door.