"Was it not a bit brave of him to turn away from you?"
"He should have explained to me at that time why he was going. He needed me then."
"Do you not suppose that he knew it? Do you not suppose that it took the strength of a dozen men to go alone to what he thought was waiting for him?"
"I know nothing."
"And yet you saw his eyes as he stood before you then? And you saw his eyes as he left you five minutes ago?"
"I won't see. I can't risk—again!"
"Yet you love him?"
Once again the flaming scarlet in her cheeks. Her lips trembled. She turned away from the mirror.
"I said nothing of love," she insisted.
"Yet you love him?"