“Yes, I have brought them.”
“I must go and see if they are right,” said Mrs. Agar, rising, and before he could stop her she passed out of the door by which he had entered.
For a moment there was an awkward silence, then Dora spoke—after the door had been reluctantly closed from without.
“I suppose,” she said, “that this was done on purpose?”
“Not by me, Dora.”
She merely bowed her head.
“Do you believe me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
She continued to sip her tea, and he actually handed her a plate of biscuits.
“Is it still No?” he asked abruptly.