"No. I detest you."
He saw a light.
"You heard. You believe that Olga and I—"
"I'm not a fool. One lives and one learns."
He caught her by the shoulders as one does a child, the impulse in him strong to shake her, his heart denying it.
"She knew you were listening all the while. Can't you understand?
That was her game. She played it—for you. I've never been in
Compiègne—"
"Let me go—"
"No. Not until you look in my eyes. You love me. You've told her so and me—"
"I lied. It was necessary—"
"Why?"