She could not go on.
He said quickly, “You mean that there came a day when he realized that he loved you—that is what you want me to understand?”
She bent her head.
He got up and went and stood opposite the writing table, so that for the first time she was able to see him quite clearly.
“I formally ask you if Mr. Garlett ever made love to you before his wife’s death, or ever spoke to you of marriage till within the last few weeks?”
“He never did.”
“You will be ready to swear to both those statements in the witness box?”
“Yes.”
He came round to where she was standing.
“Will you read what I have written?” he asked. “As you see, it has boiled down to very little, but I wish to be quite sure that I have got everything quite correct?”