“We’ll just go down to Robin Hill,” said James, spluttering out his words very quick; “the horses want exercise, and I should like to see what they’ve been doing down there.”
Irene hung back, but again changed her mind, and went out to the carriage, James brooding over her closely, to make quite sure.
It was not before he had got her more than half way that he began: “Soames is very fond of you—he won’t have anything said against you; why don’t you show him more affection?”
Irene flushed, and said in a low voice: “I can’t show what I haven’t got.”
James looked at her sharply; he felt that now he had her in his own carriage, with his own horses and servants, he was really in command of the situation. She could not put him off; nor would she make a scene in public.
“I can’t think what you’re about,” he said. “He’s a very good husband!”
Irene’s answer was so low as to be almost inaudible among the sounds of traffic. He caught the words: “You are not married to him!”
“What’s that got to do with it? He’s given you everything you want. He’s always ready to take you anywhere, and now he’s built you this house in the country. It’s not as if you had anything of your own.”
“No.”
Again James looked at her; he could not make out the expression on her face. She looked almost as if she were going to cry, and yet....