"Then it's true?" she repeated.
Errington's face set like a mask.
"That is a question you shouldn't have asked," he replied coldly.
"And one you cannot answer?"
He bent his head.
"And one I cannot answer."
Very slowly she picked up her wraps.
"Thank you," she said unsteadily. "I'll—I'll go now."
He laid his hand deliberately on the door-handle.
"No," he said. "No, you won't go. I've heard what you have to say; now you'll listen to me. Good God, Diana!" he continued passionately. "Do you think I'm going to stand quietly by and see our happiness wrecked?"