The man looked at her, hard and stern.
"You're a bit too anxious," he said.
"Can't you see? The boy's dying."
He looked implacably into her eyes.
"Let the blackguard lie."
"Fool!"
She almost spat at him, with a gesture of impatient agony for Peter on the floor.
"You've been lying to me," suddenly said the man.
She did not answer, but he persisted:
"You told me——"