“Your three years’ work is accomplished,” he said. “You came to tell me so?”
She was silent; her head drooped lower on the mantelshelf.
“You came to tell me so,” he demanded. “You came to triumph, Mistress Featherstonehaugh?”
He smiled faintly as he looked at her; she started at the name he used.
“I am Captain Campbell’s wife,” she said. “Glenlyon’s wife these two years.”
There was an almost imperceptible pause before he answered.
“That accounts for another false witness, Mistress Campbell.”
“Yes,” she whispered, “yes.”
“He has lied to please you?”
“What else?”