"Deny it, Roma! Deny it, and I will fling the man's insult in his face."
"David, if I could tell you everything...."
"Everything! It's only one thing I want to know, Roma."
"If you had received my letters addressed to England...."
"Letters? What matter about letters now. Don't you understand, dear? This gentleman says that before you married me you ... had already belonged to him. That's what he means, and it's false, isn't it?"
"My mouth is closed. If I could say anything one way or other...."
"Yes or no—that is all that is necessary."
Roma looked up at him with a pleading expression, but seeing nothing in his face except the magistrate who was interrogating her, she turned her back and hung her head, and cried like a helpless child.
Rossi laid hold of her arm, twisted her about, and looked into her eyes.
"Crying, Roma? You don't mean to tell me that I am to believe what the man says? Deny it! For God's sake deny it!"