‘No,’ she said. Then, in a lower tone, she added, ‘I have left Lucian.’
Darlington turned quickly from the window, whither he had strolled after their greeting. He uttered a sharp, half-suppressed exclamation.
‘Left him?’ he said. ‘You don’t mean——’
His interrogative glance completed the sentence. There was something in his eyes, something stern and businesslike, that made Haidee afraid. Her own eyes turned elsewhere.
‘Yes,’ she said.
Darlington put his hands in his pockets and came and stood in front of her. He looked down at her as if she had been a child out of whom he wished to extract some information.
‘Quarrelling, eh?’ he said.
‘No, not quarrelling at all,’ she answered.
‘Then—what?’
‘He has spent all the money,’ she said, ‘and lots beside, and he is going to sell everything in the house in order to pay you, and then he wanted me to go and live cheaply—cheaply, you understand?—in Italy; and—and he said I must sell my diamonds.’