“You do. It’s since that night in the garden when you made me lie to him. Ever since that night he’s been absolutely different with me. You know it.”
“I can’t help it.”
“He believed your lies to him, apparently. Why doesn’t he believe mine?”
“Of course he believed what you told him.”
“He didn’t, or he wouldn’t have changed. He hates your having anything to do with me. He’s told you so. I’m sure of it.”
“Jimmy would never dare to do that.”
“Anyhow, you know he does.”
She did not deny it.
“Remember this,” Dion said, looking straight at her, “I’m not going to be sacrificed a second time on account of a child.”
After a long pause, during which Mrs. Clarke sat without moving, her lovely head leaning against a cushion which was fastened near the top of the back of the chair, she said: