She turned back into the room and faced him.
"You were not in Normandy last summer—that is positive."
He smiled.
"I am in your hands," he said.
"Where were you?"
"In Holland, if you like. I've tramped there."
"And Hermia?"
"In Switzerland. She went there after leaving me. There was a party.
Morehouse was with her. It's easily proved."
"Good. We must lose that week somewhere. It must be wiped from the calendar. If Hermia only hadn't run away!"
"Mrs. Westfield is still here, I believe," he ventured.