"Has Paul Marchmont been in this house?" he asked.
"Yes."
"When was he here?"
"He has been here often; he comes here constantly. He has been living at Kemberling for the last three months."
"Why?"
"For his own pleasure, I suppose," Olivia answered haughtily. "It is no business of mine to pry into Mr. Marchmont's motives."
Edward Arundel ground his teeth in an access of ungovernable passion. It was not against Olivia, but against himself this time that he was enraged. He hated himself for the arrogant folly, the obstinate presumption, with which he had ridiculed and slighted John Marchmont's vague fears of his kinsman Paul.
"So this man has been here,––is here constantly," he muttered. "Of course, it is only natural that he should hang about the place. And you and he are stanch allies, I suppose?" he added, turning upon Olivia.
"Stanch allies! Why?"
"Because you both hate my wife."