“You knew it?”
“Yes. I suspected something. You led me to suspect it.”
“I remember—”
“I questioned Peppina. I made her tell me.”
He said nothing for a moment. Then, with an effort, he said:
“You knew we had kept those two things from you, Vere and I?”
“Vere and you—yes.”
Now he understood almost all, or quite all, that had been strange to him in her recent conduct.
“Sometimes—have you almost hated us for keeping those two secrets?”
“I don’t think I have ever hated Vere.”