(Truly he was a master of stately phrasing!)
Naturally she regarded it as George’s fault primarily. It was clear she had overestimated George’s critical faculties....
§ 6
She was so annoyed with George on the way home that she arrived at the astonishing decision: I will not marry him....
That evening, under the trees of the Bockley High Road, she produced the typewritten anonymous letter and asked him point-blank: “Did you write this?”
“No,” he said immediately.
“Did you type it, then?” (It showed her mean opinion of him that she judged him capable of such a quibble.)
“No.”
“Do you know its contents?”
“How should I?”