‘He can’t know that.’
‘He does know it. He is not a fool; besides, he said as much. If you had done as I counselled, I should have replaced the paper quietly; and if he had suspected, he could have said nothing.’
‘You always think you are right, and I am wrong,’ growled Belassis.
‘Possibly,’ answered the wife; and then, fixing her eye keenly upon him, she asked: ‘And pray, what is Whitbury? and who is Miss Marjory Descartes?’
Belassis’ face turned livid; but he answered with a sudden blaze of anger:
‘How the devil should I know? I never heard of either one or the other before to-night.’
He flung himself passionately from the room, and Mrs. Belassis sat quite still in the twilight.
‘He is trying to keep a secret from me. What a fool he is!’
