Inez glanced up at Helen to see how she took her explanation.
“So you told him you were engaged?”
“Not exactly that, but—”
“That you loved some one better than your life?”
Inez shrank a little as she answered. “Something like that,” she admitted.
“And it was not true?”
Inez laughed nervously. “What an absurd question, Helen! You know I have seen almost no one since I came here.”
“Except Jack,” said Helen, impulsively.
Inez sprang to her feet. “What do you mean, Helen? You don’t accuse me of being in love with your husband, do you?”
Helen pulled her down beside her again. “Don’t be tragic, dear,” she said, quietly. “I admit that the suggestion is unkind, after the display Jack made of himself at the table. I am provoked with him myself.”