He breathed hard and then said bitterly:
"What a contemptible opinion you must have of me."
"Then we're quits, aren't we?"
"How?" he asked.
"Haven't YOU one of ME?"
"Of YOU? Why, Ethel—"
"Surely every married man MUST have a contemptible opinion of the woman he covertly makes love to. If he hadn't he couldn't do it, could he?" Once again she levelled her cold, impassive eyes on Brent's flushed face.
"I don't follow you," was all Brent said.
"Haven't you had time to think of an answer?"
"I don't now what you're driving at," he added.