"No! no! I cannot believe it."
This speech broke the strange spell that held Judith motionless, and stealing forward she touched him lightly on the shoulder as he sank into a chair, covering his wild face with his hands.
"Roger!"
No answer. Only the short quick breath of the man and the soft rustle of the woman's dress.
"Roger, what is the matter?"
He looked up suddenly, hollow-eyed and shrinking, with a wild, questioning look on his worn face.
"I—I—have been told something."
"By—by that Frenchman?"
"Yes!"
"My God!" she muttered to herself, falling nerveless into a chair, "what has he told him?"