"I have nothing to explain."
"Not the joy in your eyes when I came in? The kisses you gave me that you thought were for him?"
"I ask no forgiveness," she said in a hollow tone.
"Of course you thought he was your husband. And he let you think so."
"Yes. He let me think so," she repeated, parrot-like.
And all the while her horror of her situation increased—her anger at "the other" who had dared to place her in this false position.
She saw her husband's bony fingers clasp the chair arm.
"You were easily deceived," he went on. "It's hardly flattering to me. I would like to know——"
He stopped suddenly, his question in abeyance before the challenge in her eyes, aroused by the tone of his voice. She read his thought and answered him.
"He came here from the hospital night before last. He wanted to go to a pension but I would not permit it——"