His old arrogance fought for mastery over his apprehension.

What did she know?
What did she mean?
In any case he must face it out, be strong--and merciful and affectionate afterwards.
"Wait, Hylda," he said.

"We must talk this out." She freed her arm.

"There is nothing to talk out," she answered.

"So far as our relations are concerned, all reason for talk is gone." She drew the fatal letter from the sash at her waist.