"We can catch the night mail and I've a car waiting below." "Then it can wait! Good heavens, Roger! D'you think I'll submit to be made a perfect fool of--fetched back like a child ?" He took a step towards her.
"And do you think that _I'll_ submit to be made a fool of ?" he asked in a voice of intense anger.

"To be made a fool of by your rushing away from my house in my absence--to have the servants gossiping--not to know what has become of you--" "I left a note for you," she interrupted.

"And you didn't believe what I told you in it." "No," he acknowledged.

"I didn't.

I was afraid.