"Well, then——" she hesitated. "You may walk part of the way with me."
He went with her down the short flagged path that led to the gate. Once out of the servant's hearing, he stopped, and looked firmly in her face.
"I must see you now, and it had better be in the house. I've only one question to ask you. Five minutes will be enough for that—at least it won't be my fault if it isn't."
She had laid her hand on the gate, which Ted held shut, and her mouth was obstinately set. Something in his voice conquered her self-will. She turned and led the way to the house.
"You had better come into the morning-room."
He followed her; she closed the door, and they stood facing each other a moment without speaking.
"Well, Ted?" Her voice went to his heart with its piercing sweetness.
"Audrey, why did you write that letter?"
"Because it was easier to write what I did than to say it. Do you want to hold me to my word?"
"No. I want to know your reasons for breaking it. You haven't given me any yet."