She thought a long moment before she answered:
"Yes."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
"Then, when did you give him—let him have Mrs. Withers' ring?"
She showed signs of weakening.
"Yesterday," she declared. "No! Last night, I've already told you."
"And why did he want the ring last night when you had broken with him earlier yesterday?"
His subtle irritation of her by his manner and tone had unstrung her at last.
"I don't know," she cried, hysterics in her voice. "Oh, I don't know! Why do you ask me all these foolish little questions?" She tore unconsciously at the counterpane, her fingers writhing against one another. "Please, please don't bother me any more! Leave me! Leave me now, won't you?"