“Don’t you understand?” she added, twisting her hands together.
His eyes glinted.
“Yes, I’m beginning to,” he returned briefly. “But how are you going to compass what you want—as a permanency? Your visit to Lady Templeton can’t extend indefinitely.”
She was silent, evading his glance. Her foot beat nervously on the flagged path where they stood.
“Is there some one else?” he asked incisively. “Another man—who can give you all these things?”
A dull, shamed red flushed her cheek. With an effort she forced herself to answer him.
“Yes,” she said very low. “There is—some one else.”
“I wonder if he realises his luck!”
The palpable sneer in his voice cut like a lash. She winced under it.
“One more question—I’d like to know the answer out of sheer curiosity.” His voice was clear and hard—like ice, “You knew you were going to do this to me—last night?”