And, after a moment, lifting her grey eyes to his:
"I have borne a great deal from you. But there is an insult which you have offered me to-day that I shall not endure in silence."
"What insult?" he demanded, turning red.
"Making my studio a rendezvous for you and your—mistress!"
He knew what she meant instantly, and his wrath blazed:
"It was an accident. I don't know how you heard of it, but it was pure accident. Also, that is a rotten thing to say——"
"Is it! You once told me that you prefer to call a spade a spade! Oh, Jim!—you were clean once. What have you done!"
"But it's a lie—and an absurd one!"
"Do you think that of me, too—that I tell lies?"
"No. But you evidently believe one."