“Come, Cherokee, don’t get so confused, you can’t make a success of deceiving me. I presume I know it anyway. Anna said you had received flowers last night from Frost—I guess that is the love letter that came with them.”
Suddenly her gentle eyes looked startled; she was humiliated.
“I would not have believed that you would question the maid about the conduct of your wife.”
He watched her for a moment in troubled silence, but did not speak.
“Robert, do you think this is a manly, honorable way to act?”
“It is—is what you deserve,” he answered coldly.
“You are mistaken; while Anna Zerner was making her report, did she inform you that I returned Mr. Frost’s flowers?”
“No. She did not tell me that; I supposed you kept them.”
He looked at her squarely.