“You want a change! It isn’t so very long to Cowes now and, thank heavens, that’ll cost us nothing. We’re going on Wingrave’s yacht, aren’t we?”
“Yes! We did accept.”
Barrington fidgeted for a moment with a paper knife.
“Ruth,” he asked, “what’s wrong between you and Wingrave?”
“Nothing,” she answered; “I’m afraid of him, that’s all!”
“Afraid of him! Afraid of Wingrave!” he repeated.
“Yes! I do not think that he has forgotten. I think that he means to make us suffer.”
Barrington was almost dignified.
“I never heard such nonsense in my life, Ruth!” he exclaimed. “I have watched Wingrave closely, and I have seen no trace of anything of the sort. Nonsense! It is worse than nonsense! You must be getting hysterical. You must get all this rubbish out of your head. To tell you the truth—”
“Well?”