Between love and anger she cried to him:
"This is not worthy of you, Peter."
But Peter's mind was busy now elsewhere. He was putting time and fact together.
"Lord Wenderby arranged for this six months ago," he suggested.
"He asked me to be his wife six months ago."
Now he stabbed at her again:
"You have let me love the promised wife of Lord Wenderby for six months."
"No," she sharply corrected him; "I answered him yesterday."
"But you had this in your mind?" Peter insisted.
Lady Mary was too deeply grieved for dignity or anger.