"You mean that you don't love me?"
"Yes."
"I—I don't believe it——"
"You must——"
"But——" he rose and went towards her.
"Please—we won't argue it. And—Jane is going to give us some tea." She left him for a moment and came back to sit behind the little table. Jane brought tea and fresh little cakes.
"For Heaven's sake, Becky," George complained, when the old woman had returned to her kitchen, "can you eat at a moment like this?"
"Yes," she said, "I can eat and the cakes are very nice."
She did not let him see that her hand trembled as she poured the tea.