He bent towards her, his hand gripped her wrist.
"What do you mean?
Where is she ?" She made no movement to avoid him.

A faint, grim smile hovered about her calm mouth.
"I can tell you what I mean," she said quietly.

"I cannot tell you where she is." "Then tell me what you mean," he said between his teeth.
His face was close to hers, and in that moment it was terrible.

But Mona did not flinch.

The small, bitter smile passed, that was all.
"I mean," she said, speaking very steadily and distinctly, "that you will go back to South Africa without her after all.