Of course, I know as little of your wife's movements at present as you do.

I could not possibly know more, as I have been here with you all this time." "Well--your bet ?" darkly.
"That she is now with her old--with Mr.Hescott." "I take it," says he coldly.
Something in his air that is full of anger, of suppressed fury, gives her pause for thought.

Her heart sinks.

Is she to win or lose in this great game, the game of her life?
Why should he look like that, when only the honour of that little upstart is in question?
"Come, then," says she.
She moves impulsively towards the stairs that lead to the garden--an impulsive step that costs her dear.
"But why this way ?" asks Rylton.

"Why not here ?" pointing towards the ballroom.