“Well then?”
Suddenly Robin got up and spoke almost brutally.
“Do you think I don’t see that you are trying to find out from me what I think would be the best means of—”
The look in her face stopped him.
“I think the water is boiling,” he said, going over to the lamp.
“It ought to bubble,” she answered quietly.
He lifted up the lid of the silver bowl and peeped in.
“It is bubbling.”
For a moment he was busy pouring the water into the teapot. While he did this there was a silence between them. Lady Holme got up from the sofa and walked about the room. When she came to the “Danseuse de Tunisie” she stopped in front of it.
“How strange that fan is,” she said.