There was silence between them; a silence neither could ever forget. It punctuated their mutual life.
She broke it. For a while she stood rigid and dazed—and then she laughed.
No lash in his face—even from her hand—could have hurt him so.
Again she waited: haughty and outraged now.
“He has stolen ten thousand pounds from me.”
She neither spoke nor stirred.
“That is why Grant came here last night—to tell me.”
The girl made a gesture of infinite scorn, of unspeakable rebuke.
“My dear, I would have spared you this—if I could.”
She answered him then, contempt in her voice, no faintest shadow of fear in her brave young eyes. “I don’t believe it.”