“Bess,” he said to her at last.
She swayed slightly towards him, her eyes on his.
“Can you discover how Dan came by the brooch?”
She frowned, and her mouth hardened; it was not in her heart to seek anything from Dan.
“I will not ask anything from him,” she said.
“Why not, Bess?”
“Because I hate him, hate him night and day.”
Richard looked at her almost wistfully.
“Yet you may learn something of your past from him,” he said.
“Yes—”