“Oh, no! I have never set eyes upon him. Beryl told me.”
“Miss Van Tuyn! We all thought she was trying to keep the whole matter a secret.”
“Well, she told me quite openly. You were there, weren’t you?”
She turned rather abruptly to Craven. He started.
“What? I beg your pardon. I didn’t catch what you were saying.”
“He’s lying!” she thought.
The Baron was addressed by his neighbour, Magdalen Dearing, whose husband he was supposed, perhaps quite wrongly, to finance, and Lady Sellingworth was left free for a conversation with Craven.
“We were speaking about Beryl,” she began.
Suddenly she felt hard, and she wanted to punish Craven, as we only wish to punish those who can make us suffer because they have made us care for them.
“It seems that—they are all saying—”