"That at least is evident," he said harshly.
"You don't believe anything I say."
"Do you find that surprising?"
She was silent, staring down at her clasped hands.
"Is Neville in love with you?"
She said, with genuine surprise: 'Neville? Oh no, I'm sure he's not!"
"You must forgive me for being so ignorant," he said. "So little have I spied on you that I'm not at all up to date. Who, at the moment, is an enamoured swain? Is Jerry Maitland still in the running?"
"If I told you no one had ever been in the running you'd- believe that as little as you believe the rest of my story."
"As I have yet to hear the rest of your story, I can't answer that. Oh, don't insult my intelligence by telling me that I have heard it!"
Her lips were trembling. "If you think that, is this the way to get me to tell you the whole truth? You treat me as though I were - as though I were a criminal, and not your wife!"