"Did you dine with Devenish?"
The same direct form of question, thrown at her with the same implacable scrutiny of his eyes.
"Yes," she replied.
"Where?"
She mentioned the name of the restaurant in Shaftesbury Avenue.
"Where did you go afterwards?"
It was all prepared on her tongue. She did not hesitate.
"To the Palace," she replied.
"To the Palace?" He repeated it. His eyes burnt into her. Then she knew that he had seen her in the theatre; but only in the theatre where she could still swear to him that he was mistaken. Every instinct she possessed forced her to deny it until the last; beyond that if breath were left her.
"Did you see it out? Did you see the performance out?" he continued.