She turned and looked at him.
“Don't pretend that you're upset because you can't kiss me! Don't be false, Bryan! You know it's been pretence for months.”
Summerhay's voice grew high.
“I think you've gone mad. I don't know what you mean.”
“Oh, yes, you do. Did you get a letter yesterday marked 'Immediate'?”
Ah! So it WAS that! To meet the definite, he hardened, and said stubbornly:
“Yes; from Diana Leyton. Do you object?”
“No; only, how do you think it got back to you from here so quickly?”
He said dully:
“I don't know. By post, I suppose.”