(Stonor stares speechless. Slight pause.)
(The words escaping from her in a miserable cry) Why did you desert her?
Stonor (staggered). I? I?
Jean. Oh, why did you do it?
Stonor (bewildered). What in the name of—— What has she been saying to you?
Jean. Some one else told me part. Then the way you looked when you saw her at Aunt Ellen's—Miss Levering's saying you didn't know her—then your letting out that you knew even the curious name on the handkerchief—— Oh, I pieced it together——
Stonor (with recovered self-possession). Your ingenuity is undeniable!
Jean.—and then, when she said that at the meeting about "the dark hour" and I looked at your face—it flashed over me—— Oh, why did you desert her?
Stonor. I didn't desert her.