"What do you want to put on this pretence with me for?" I demanded. "If you were really as callous and unfeeling as you make out I wouldn't bother with you."
He merely smiled.
I was determined to rouse him. "She doesn't love him," I said.
"He's rich," he returned with a sneer.
All the time I was trying to goad him I was getting more worked up myself. "That's not it!" I answered angrily. "Nobody knows it better than you. She's sound to the core. It's only your black temper that sees evil in her!"
"Then how do you explain Mount?" he asked.
"That's her instinct," I said. "It would be any good woman's instinct. She's trying to persuade herself that she loves him to fill the horrible emptiness of her heart since you failed her."
"I fail her?" he said with his eyebrows making two peaks.
"Precisely. You have no right to allow her to go on thinking that you are guilty."
"I don't care to go into that again," he said with his immovable stubbornness.