And so it had been said!
Isaacson had discovered the exact truth, and had told it to Nigel!
She felt a reckless relief. As she sat there, she seemed to be staring not at Nigel but at herself. And as she stared at herself, she marvelled.
"He said that you had done it, or, if not that, had known that it was being done, had meant it to be done."
She remained silent and motionless. And now, with her thought of the truth revealed to her husband was linked another thought of the girl with Baroudi on board of the Loulia.
"Then I told him to go, or I would put him out."
"Ah!" she said.
There was a sort of bitter astonishment in the exclamation, and now in the eyes regarding him Nigel seemed to discern wonder.
"And he went, after he had told me some—some other things."
Something in her, in her face, or her manner, or her deadly silence, broken only by that seemingly almost sarcastic cry—began evidently to affect her husband.