"Sitting on the sofa—he was smoking, I think," Peggy said.
"Should I be right in saying that during most of this time he was making passionate love to you?"
All the reporters looked up, their pencils poised, their eyes avid of sensation.
"He was very fond of me," Mrs. Admaston replied.
"Passionately in love with you?"
There was a perceptible hesitation. "I think he was very fond of me."
Sir Robert's words came from him like the blows of a hammer upon a nail: "Have you any doubt that he was passionately in love with you?"
"He told me so."
"I put it to you that you knew it, and had known it for months?"
It was an odd contrast between the triumphant note which had crept into the great barrister's voice and the diminuendo of Peggy's.