"No—no—I haven't heard from him." Peevishly, she exclaimed: "Don't talk to me about this thing. Why can't you leave me alone? I'm miserable enough, as it is."
She walked away, with the idea of leaving the room, but quickly he intercepted her. Sternly, he said:
"But I've got to talk to you. Laura, you're lying to me."
"What!"
She made a valiant effort to seem angry, but Brockton was too old a bird to be deceived. Raising his voice in anger he exclaimed:
"You're lying to me, and you've been lying to me all along! Like a fool I've trusted you. Show me that telegram!"
"No," she said defiantly.
She retreated into a far corner. He followed her.
"Show me that telegram!" he commanded.
"You've no right to ask me," she exclaimed hotly.