"Suppose it is true," she repeated in a dead, even voice; "how loyal would you remain to me then?"
"As loyal as I am now!" he answered angrily, "if you insist on my answering such a silly question——"
"Is that your answer?"
"Certainly. But——"
"Are you sure?"
He glared at her; something struck coldly through him, checking breath and pulse, then releasing both till the heavy beating of his heart made speech impossible.
"I thought you were not sure," she said.
"I am sure!" he broke out. "Good God, Sylvia, what are you doing to me?"
"Destroying your faith in me."
"You can't! I love you!"