"I don't feel anything," she said. He wondered, again, and it was in his face.
Her voice went out, and Grant answered. "If either of us feel anything—?"
"I'll let you know," she promised.
"Will you?" muttered her husband.
"I will," she blazed at him.
"Lindsay," snapped Grant, "get off of it! Jenna has no more treachery in her soul than I have, and I know my own heart!"
Ralph Lindsay calmed. Jenna looked at him and knew that the man outside was a sort of safety valve. Her husband was on the verge of breakdown, she guessed, and she was in a nervous state herself. The man out there had been holding the group together for hours, now. What would happen if he went—?
"No!" she pleaded.
But something inside of her knew that he would go, like the rest.