“To be exact, a quarter to nine.”
“And yet you knew nothing?”
“And yet I knew nothing.”
Their speeches followed each other with the thud and rebound of a swift rally over the tennis-net.
“The evidence is against you.”
“I’m not on my defence. I merely state facts.”
Peter said very gently: “Do you expect me to believe them?”
“You will—later. At present you are merely laying yourself open to the unpleasant necessity of apologizing.”
“Apologizing?” she cried, hotly resenting this turning of the tables. “For what?”