"He couldn't think anything else, could he?"
"How blind I was—how lacking in faith! And all the time I knew in my heart you couldn't have done it," she reproached herself.
His masterful eyes fastened on her. "Did your friends know it? Did Miss Joyce think I couldn't have done it?"
"You'll have to ask her what she thought. I didn't hear Joyce give an opinion."
"Is she going to marry that fellow Verinder?"
"I don't know."
"He'll ask her, won't he?"
She smiled at his blunt question a little wanly. "You'll have to ask Mr. Verinder that. I'm not in his confidence."
"You're quibbling. You know well enough."
"I think he will."