“Yes, darling?” There was apprehension in his voice.
She sipped her coffee slowly. “I’ve decided to go back to New York this morning.”
A dark flush tinted his pale cheeks. “So you are angry!”
He walked over to the window and looked out upon the whitened lawns. Her eyes followed him coldly.
“Oh, no, I’m not angry, only shall we say, a little out of mood?”
He turned and faced her. He looked pitiful, an animal at bay.
“But Anne, is that reasonable? Is that fair? Was it my fault last night? The intrusion was abominable and probably premeditated. I loathed it as much as you. I did my best to shield you, and, after all, they went away without discovering anything, didn’t they?”
Her lips curled mockingly.
“They may not have actually caught a glimpse of me in the flesh, but their suspicions were practically confirmed.” She bit savagely into a piece of toast.
“So you are going to make me suffer?” He strode back from the window and threw himself into a chair beside the bed.