He shifted his ground. “Are you also sure you know what love is?”
She clenched her hands as though in self-defence. “Every woman knows that,” she said.
“Then how did you come to make a mistake?” he countered.
Again she drew back as from the thrust of a dagger. “Oh, I suppose any woman might do that, but when once she has found it out—she doesn’t do it again.”
“How did you come to find out?” said Rotherby.
The inquisition was becoming intolerable, but still she faced him with resolution. “I have had a good many hours for thought,” she said. “And I have thought a good deal.”
“At Tetherstones?” he said.
“Yes.”
She saw a gleam of something she did not understand in his look. He seemed to be watching narrowly for something. He spoke abruptly.
“What I don’t understand—what I want to understand—is why you came with me last night.”