The conviction that he had met his death by foul means was steadily gaining ground within her, winding serpent-like ever more closely about her shrinking heart.
Monck went his way, whether deeply disappointed or not she knew not.

But she realized that he would not reopen the subject.

He had made his explanation, but--and for this she honoured him--he would not seek to convince her against her will.

It was even possible that he preferred her to keep her own judgment in the matter.
They dined at the Mansfields' bungalow that night, a festivity for which she felt small relish, more especially as she knew that Mrs.Ralston would not be present.

To be received with icy ceremony by Lady Harriet and sent in to dinner with Major Burton was a state of affairs that must have dashed the highest spirits.