“Yes.”
She was merciless enough to sit there in silence, with her rigid, watchful face, waiting for him to break the frost. Her mood had passed suddenly beyond mere prejudice. She felt the fighting spirit in her piqued by a suspicion that she was dealing with no ordinary man.
He sat in one of her arm-chairs, facing her, and meeting her eyes with perfect candour.
“I am wondering whether I must explain——”
“Your call, and its object?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think it is necessary. I think I know why you have come.”
“So much the better.”
She caught him up as though he were assuming her to be a possible accomplice.
“I may as well tell you that you will get nothing out of me. She does not live here.”