“There’s things go on,” she said; “outside home. There’s social work, there’s interests——Am I never to take any part—in that?”
Sir Isaac still reflected.
“There’s one thing,” he said at last, “I want to know. We’d better have it out—now.”
But he hesitated for a time.
“Elly!” he blundered, “you aren’t—you aren’t getting somehow—not fond of me?”
She made no immediate reply.
“Look here!” he said in an altered voice. “Elly! there isn’t something below all this? There isn’t something been going on that I don’t know?”
Her eyes with a certain terror in their depths questioned him.
“Something,” he said, and his face was deadly white—“Some other man, Elly?”
She was suddenly crimson, a flaming indignation.