The young fellow hesitated:
“My wife has, I believe.”
The others turned to her. She seemed, for a moment, to shrink back in her chair, and, as her eyes involuntarily sought her husband, there was in them a vague and troubled appeal.
Cleves said in a sombre voice: “I need scarcely remind you how deeply distasteful this entire and accursed business is to my wife. But she is going to see it through, whatever the cost. And we four men understand something of what it has cost her—is costing her—in violence to her every instinct.”
“We honour her the more,” said Recklow quietly.
“We couldn’t honour her too much,” said Cleves.
A slight colour came into Tressa’s face; she bent her head, but Recklow saw her eyes steal sideways toward her husband.
Still bowed a little in her chair, she seemed to reflect for a while concerning what she had to say; then, looking up at John Recklow:
“I saw Sanang.”
“Good heavens! Where?” he demanded.