‘So there’s no doubt of it?’
Her silence made answer.
‘Then of course there’s just as little doubt as to what we must do.’
His voice had not a convincing sincerity; he waited for the reply.
‘You mean that we can’t keep the secret?’
‘How is it possible?’
‘But you are vexed about it. You don’t speak to me as you used to. I don’t think you ever will again.’
‘It will make no change in me,’ said Tarrant, with resolute good humour. ‘All I want to be sure of is that you are quite prepared for the change in your prospects.’
‘Are you, dear?’
Her tone and look deprived the inquiry of unpleasant implication. He answered her with a laugh.