'I'm perfectly serious.'
A frightful coldness appeared to seize her, and the tips of her fingers were strangely numbed.
'You knew that you were sending George into a death-trap? You knew that he could not escape alive?'
'Except by a miracle.'
'And you don't believe in miracles?'
Alec made no answer. She looked at him with increasing horror. Her eyes were staring wildly. She repeated the question.
'And you don't believe in miracles?'
'No.'
She was seized with all manner of conflicting emotions. They seemed to wage a tumultuous battle in the depths of her heart. She was filled with horror and dismay, bitter anger, remorse for her callous indifference to George's death; and at the same time she felt an overwhelming love for Alec. And how could she love him now?
'Oh, it can't be true,' she cried. 'It's infamous. Oh, Alec, Alec, Alec... O God, what shall I do.'