She put him gently aside and moved in her turn to the window. Then she went on, with her face turned toward the shimmering blackness of the lake, “You see of course that it might happen again at any moment.”
“What?”
“This—this risk of being found out. And we could hardly count again on such a lucky combination of chances, could we?”
He sat down with a groan.
Still keeping her face toward the darkness, she said, “I want you to go and tell Lady Susan—and the others.”
Gannett, who had moved towards her, paused a few feet off.
“Why do you wish me to do this?” he said at length, with less surprise in his voice than she had been prepared for.
“Because I’ve behaved basely, abominably, since we came here: letting these people believe we were married—lying with every breath I drew—”
“Yes, I’ve felt that too,” Gannett exclaimed with sudden energy.
The words shook her like a tempest: all her thoughts seemed to fall about her in ruins.