“It seems your headache has left you,” I exclaimed curtly, without answering her question.
“Yes, I feel better this morning.”
“In fact, the pain disappeared as soon as you left me last night, eh?”
“What!—what do you mean, Frank?” she asked anxiously, in a strange voice, a sudden pallor overspreading her statuesque face.
“You plead ignorance; it is exactly what I expected. My meaning, I should have thought was pretty clear. You are not usually so dull.”
“I do not understand you.”
Her eyes wavered, she trembled with excitement, and I could see she was bent upon concealing the truth. This increased my anger.
“It is a lie!” I said sharply. “You are trying to deceive me, but I know the truth at last.”
“Deceiving you! Why, what have I done that you should accuse me in this manner? Surely you are not yourself this morning?”
“You left me here writing last night, did you not?”