“Intuition, if you like. You went there on the spur of the moment, because you’d seen him driving home with another woman. You went there to make a scene with the other woman.”
“No, I wanted to talk to him about something.”
“Doesn’t it come to the same thing?”
“I never even saw her. I don’t know who she was.”
There was a long pause. Eric changed his chair so that he should not seem to be watching her face.
“Well, so far my intuition has been fairly good,” he said. “Isn’t it your turn now?” There was no answer. “I’m hardly adding anything, if I say that you’re in love with Gaymer and jealous of the other woman.”
“She’d no right to be there!”
“Oh, come! I’m afraid neither Gaymer nor any other man would allow you to dictate who may go to his flat.”
“But he’s engaged to me!”
Her left hand was bare and carried no ring; Eric seemed to remember her telling him overnight that she had not seen Gaymer for some time; and, when he went into her rooms off the Adelphi, she had confessed to at least a disagreement. The engagement seemed unstable.