“I’m so glad he’s asleep. Last night I heard him walking up and down his room for such a long while.”
“He is very much distressed,” said Quentillian severely.
“I know.” She acquiesced apathetically in the truth of the statement.
“Do you know that he has written to Mrs. Carey?”
“Yes.”
“How are you going to prevent her replying, and exposing the fact that you have seen her?”
Flora whitened perceptibly, but she answered him with sudden spirit.
“You have no right to question me, Owen, or to demand explanations from me in that tone.”
“I have this right, that you have made me a passive partner in your extraordinary schemes.”
Owen, too, was conscious of a rising anger.