He knew it would greatly upset her and he thought it was diabolical that this should have happened the first night that they had returned home, when he wanted her to feel happy.
He opened the door of the sitting room and saw that Janeta was standing, as he had left her, beside the window.
Now it was growing dark, but it was not so dark that she could not see his face.
Before he could speak, before he could begin to put into words what he had to tell her, she gave a cry and ran across the room to throw herself against him.
“She – meant to – kill you! I know she meant to – kill you! Suppose you had – died! Oh, God, how – could – this have happened?”
Her voice was almost incoherent because she had burst into tears as she spoke.
Then, as his arms went round her, she looked up at him and
