For what could she say?
She could bear things no longer.

Tristram evidently saw she had some secret trouble, she would get her uncle to release her from her promise, as far as her husband was concerned at least,--she hated mysteries, and if it had annoyed him for her to be out late she would tell him the truth--and about Mirko, and everything.
Evidently he had been very much annoyed at that, but this was the first time he had even suggested he had noticed she was troubled about anything, except that day in the garden at Wrayth.

Her motives were so perfectly innocent that not the faintest idea even yet dawned upon her that anything she had ever done could even look suspicious.

Tristram was angry with her because she was late, and had insinuated something out of jealousy; men were always jealous, she knew, even if they were perfectly indifferent to a woman.

What really troubled her terribly to-night Was the telegram she found in her room.