"Then I will tell you.

I saw you"-- he pauses as if to watch the changes of her face, to see when fear arises, but none does--"in the arbour"-- he pauses again, but again no fear arises--"with your cousin." He grows silent, studying her with eager eyes, as if expecting something; but nothing comes of all his scrutiny, except surprise.
Surprise, indeed, marks all her charming features.
"Well ?" says she, as he stops, as if expecting more.
She waits, indeed, as one at a loss.
"Well ?" He repeats the word with a wild mockery.

Could there be under heaven another woman so dead to all honesty?
Does she dare to think she can deceive him to the end?
In what a lovely form the evil can dwell! "Well!" He brings down his hand with a little crash upon the table near her.

"I was there--near that arbour.

I heard--I heard all." "Well, I'm sorry," says Tita slowly, colouring faintly.
"Sorry! Is that all?
Do you know what it means--what I can do ?" "I don't see that you can do anything," says she, thinking of her revelation to Hescott about Margaret.