"If you are innocent—why not?"
He made a desperate effort to find a place of safety:
"I thought it wise to go down stairs where I could talk without interruption——"
"You—were—afraid," she was speaking each word now with cold, deadly deliberation, "to take-a-message-from-your-servant-at-the-door-of-a-public banquet-hall——" her words quickened—"then you suspected her possible message! There was something between you——"
"My dear, I beg of you——"
He turned his head away with a weary gesture.
She sprang from the side of the bed, leaped to his side, seized him by both arms and fairly screamed in his face:
He turned quickly, his haggard eyes stared into hers, and she looked with slowly dawning horror.
"Oh, my God!" she shrieked. "It's true—it's true—it's true!"