In the vestibule she paused, and compelled him to meet her eyes.
"Walter," she said, "something is wrong!"
Gore's face hardened.
"Nothing is wrong."
She tightened her fingers round the fan she was carrying.
"That is untrue, Walter."
Something in the entire candour of the words touched him. He looked at her with new eyes.
"You are right," he said quietly. "It was untrue."
"Then something has happened? Something about Clo?"
"Yes. Something—something that will break our engagement."