How much had they seen?
And what was it that had induced him in the first place to declare his intention of curtailing their visit?
Why had he reminded her that she was his wife?
Surely he must have heard something--suspected something! But what?
Covertly she watched him during that interminable dinner, watched his clear-cut face with its clever forehead and intent eyes, his slightly scornful, wholly unyielding lips.

She cast her thoughts backwards over their honeymoon, trying somehow to trace an adequate reason for the fear that gripped her.

He had been very forbearing with her throughout that difficult time.

He had been gentle; he had been considerate.

Though he had asserted and maintained his mastery over her, though his will had subdued hers, he had never been unreasonable, never so much as impatient, in his treatment of her.