She shrank back in her chair, grasped its arms, looked up startled, shaking her head.
"I can't go anywhere with you, Dolly," she said in a wondering voice.
"What you mean? You came to church right enough with me this afternoon. Don't you forget that."
She nodded.
"It was wrong of me," she whispered. "I lost my temper. I didn't know at all——"
"How did you find out?" Dalrymple sneered. "From him? But you're my wife. Come away with me——"
She stood up swiftly, facing him.
"You shan't say such things to me, and I am not coming with you. I don't know what's going to happen, but that—I know——"
She turned helplessly to Lambert.
"Make him understand."