Suddenly she rose to her feet and leant over, looking steadily into his face.
The shadowy spaces at the ends of the room grew and came to meet each other.
She looked down into his face searchingly and in silence, and he met her look as a brave man meets death—squarely. Her hand dropped from his shoulder and fell at her side lifelessly. She shrank away.
"Good God," she whispered.
She went over into the shadows, to the window and stood looking out, motionless. It seemed to her that she could never look at him again.
"John saw me," said Trevelyan, over by the fire, "and he swore me to keep quiet about it—except to you; he left that to me to decide—he made me swear to resign. I wasn't fit to serve England."
He spoke without emotion and briefly, stating facts.
After awhile he went over to her in an uncertain manner. She shrank closer to the window.
"Don't come near me," she said in a low voice.
He went back and sat down by the fire. The minutes passed.