Pen shrugged.
"Swear that he's not your lover!" he cried.
"To you?" cried Pen indignantly.
"Then he is your lover! You're keeping him close, I daresay. You don't shiver when he touches you!"
A great anger came to Pen's assistance. "You fool!" she cried. "Your disgusting money has turned your head! Who do you think you are to speak this way to me? I owe you nothing. Neither oaths nor explanations. Nothing!"
Riever could not stand up under it. His chin sunk, his body twisted. As a matter of fact he simply could not face the thought that the man he hated so had won the woman he desired. He snatched at any hope.
"Well ... if you're not hiding him, where is he?" he mumbled.
"I don't know. Far away, I hope."
"How could he have got away?"
"He walked up the Neck road while you were searching the shores."