His hold relaxed, but he did not set her free. "Was that duel fought on your account?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"In what way?"
She was silent.
"Answer me," he said.
She clenched her hands in sudden, strenuous rebellion. "I don't know. I never heard."
"Was it because you had compromised yourself with Bertrand de Montville?"
Very deliberately he asked the question, so deliberately that she could not evade it.
"It is not fair to—to put it like that," she said.
"I am waiting to hear your own version," he told her grimly.