"Proofs! You have no right to ask such a thing! I tell you, I have acted for the best. Why should you believe the first comer rather than me?"
"Why? You can ask why!" she interposed.
"Let me beg of you to come back with me to our guests; we shall be missed—people will talk!"
Eve shrugged her shoulders defiantly, ironically.
"You prevaricate; you won't, you can't be candid! There is only one other man who can tell me the truth—you make it necessary, I must go to him."
Lightmark clenched his hand viciously upon the handle of the door.
"I decline to discuss this damnable folly any longer; if you won't come with me I shall go alone; I shall say that you are ill—really, I think you must be!"
"Go by all means!" she replied indifferently, "but tell me first, where can I find Mr. Oswyn?"
He paused, gazing at her blankly.
"Oswyn?"