“Inhisroomandinhisarms。”hesaid。“Isawit，itseems。You，too，whohaveneverbeenknowntowalkinyoursleepfromachild;andyouwillnotsaythatyoudonotlovehim——thescoundrel。ItiswickedofElizabeth——jealousybitterasthegrave。Itiswickedofhertotellthetale;butasitistold，howcanIsaythatIdonotbelieveit？”
ThenBeatrice，hercupbeingfull，oncemoredroppedherhead，andturnedtogo。
“Stop。”saidOwenDaviesinahoarsevoice，andspeakingforthefirsttime。“Hearwhat/I/havetosay。”
Sheliftedhereyes。“Withyou，Mr。Davies，Ihavenothingtodo;Iamnotanswerabletoyou。Goandhelpyouraccomplice。”andshepointedtoElizabeth，“tocrythisscandaloverthewholeworld。”
“Stop。”hesaidagain。“Iwillspeak。Ibelievethatitistrue。I