The Duchessa’s face was white.
“Why did you pretend to be other than you were?” she demanded.
Antony was silent.
“I suppose,” she said slowly, “that, for all your talk of friendship, you did not trust me sufficiently. You did not trust my friendship had I known, and therefore you deliberately deceived me all the time.”
Still Antony was silent.
“You really meant to deceive me?” There was an odd note of appeal in her voice.
“If you like to call it that,” replied Antony steadily.
“What else can I call it?” she flashed.
There was a long silence.
“I should be grateful if you would not mention having known me as Antony Gray,” said Antony suddenly.