"Is there someone else?" My voice sounded fierce to my own ears. I had a sudden fear.
"But you said it would not matter if there was someone else—if I told you," she answered defiantly.
"There is someone else then?" I tried to be casual. "Look at me."
Slowly she raised her eyes until they met my one.
"No, there is no one.—I just don't want to live here, in this flat any longer."
"Unless you can give me some definite reason for this extraordinary behaviour on your part, I am afraid I must refuse to discuss the situation, and meanwhile will you please go to your room and fetch the rings and bracelets."
She turned and left without a word—I daresay she wondered what I was going to do with them.
She brought them back.
"Come here close."
She came rebelliously.