"Do you believe it?"
"I am not sure that I do."
"You are not sure!" She twisted herself round towards him, heat in her voice, fire in her eyes. "You are not sure! How dare you--how dare you say----" She stopped; as if suddenly conscious that her warmth was uncalled for; continuing, with downcast eyes, in a different tone: "What do you mean, when you say, you are not sure?"
"I mean that I don't believe you did do it. Still, in order that we may have all things shipshape and aboveboard, I confess that I should like to have your assurance that you didn't." She was silent. "Won't you give it?"
"I'm not sure that I can."
"Can?--or will?"
"I--I'm not sure if I did do it, or if I didn't."
She put her hands up before her face; he could see her shivering. He eyed her with what seemed to be growing curiosity.
"What was George Emmett to you?"
"Nothing! Nothing! I hated him!"