He had grown to hate her so much, then, that he could not any longer even live in the house with her, and all her grief of the day seemed less than this thought.
Then she read it again.

He knew all?
Who could have told him?
Her Uncle Francis?
No, he did not himself know that Mirko was dead until she had told him.

This was a mystery, but it was unimportant.

Her numb brain could not grasp it yet.

The main thing was that he was very angry with her for her deception of him: that, perhaps, was what was causing him finally to part from her.