Dora kept her eyes fastened on Darwin.
There was a peculiar glitter in them.
At first Darwin returned her gaze without flinching, but soon he commenced to move about uneasily.
For some time neither spoke.
A cynical smile played around the corners of Dora’s lips.
“You are contemptible,” she sneered. “Really, I should feel sorry for you if I did not despise you so intensely!”
“Really, Dora, I don’t understand you,” Darwin replied.
“You don’t understand me? How can you sit there and say that? Where were you to-day at eleven o’clock?”
“Why—I—I——”
“Don’t lie to me. Where were you?”