He did not speak. He eyed her with a sombre and threatening appraisement. Then, more quietly, he went on:
"You can't be. You're mine. You belong to me. Nobody else can't have you!"
"Nobody else can have me. But I'm married, all right," Sally told him. She was recovering some composure. When she moistened her lips she glanced sideways at him, like lightning. Toby had not struck her. He was too surprised.
"Married.... And you come here with me. Liar!"
"My husband's away.... We don't.... His mother's ill. I don't love him—never did. We were only married a few days ago. I wrote to you. You never got the letter."
"Oh, that's why...." Toby's tone was vengeful. His fists were clenched.
"See, Toby, I only love you. Only you. But he's rich. We.... I don't sleep with him, Toby. He's never...."
"You liar!" Toby approached her. Sally could see his teeth glistening.
"I swear it's true. Toby!"