She shrank away, her heart throbbed, and her tongue refused its office.
'Say what you mean by it!' Cobb repeated, in a voice that was all the more alarming because he kept it low.
'Did you write that to your sister ?' 'Yes--but I never meant it--it was just to make her angry--' 'You expect me to believe that?
And, if it's true, doesn't it make you out a nice sort of girl?
But I don't believe it You've been thinking of him in that way all along; and you've been writing to him, or meeting him, since you came here.

What sort of behaviour do you call this ?' Louise was recovering self-possession; the irritability of her own temper began to support her courage.
'What if I have?
I'd never given _you_ any promise till last night, had I?
I was free to marry anyone I liked, wasn't I?
What do _you_ mean by coming here and going on like this?
I've told you the truth about that letter, and I've always told you the truth about everything.

If you don't like it, say so and go.' Cobb was impressed by the energy of her defence.

He looked her straight in the eyes, and paused a moment; then spoke less violently.
'You haven't told me the _whole_ truth.

I want to know when you saw Bowling last.' 'I haven't seen him since I left home.' 'When did you write to him last ?' 'The same day I wrote to Cissy.