"You say you have proof,—don't be absurd, Marsh, you know you haven't!" she added uneasily.
"You were with North in his rooms—" he insisted.
He was conscious of a strange wonder at himself that he could believe this, and yet aside from such gusts of rage as these, his doubt of her made no difference in their life together. Surely this was the measure of his degradation.
"I am not going to discuss this matter with you!" Evelyn said.
"Aren't you? Well, I guess you will. Do you know you may be summoned into court?"
"Why?" she demanded, with a nervous start.
"North may want to prove that he was in his rooms at the hour the murder is supposed to have been committed; all he needs is your testimony,—it would make a nice scandal, wouldn't it?"
"Has he asked this?" Evelyn questioned.
"Not yet!"
"Then I don't think he ever will," she said quietly.