"Well," she demanded, "what have you to say for yourself?"
"About my trip to Lyons?"
"About this spying on me, about this surprising me in my own house."
"I have some right, I think, to come home."
"You meant to trap me. You would never have dared to talk about an 'explanation' while the Captain was here to defend me!"
"I did not mean to trap you. I meant only to confirm a theory that has been in my mind for some time."
"So you have been suspecting me for some time and hiding your suspicions! Why couldn't you be brave enough to come out with them at the first?"
"Why couldn't you be brave enough to tell me of your love affair?"
"Love affair? There has been no love affair."
Stainton rose and nervously walked to the window. For a few moments he stood with his back to her, his eyes on the moonlit sea.